fictionally
we fight ourselves
pursuing the blackest of habits
shunned by the nunnery
sunken into depths of despair
cackling with gaudy amusement
sacrificing the truest of causes
for one
understood by none
the pain tied to this habit
is so unbearable
of course laughter is our only
salvation
tamarind chew the delicate brush of sweet palate grown in full through sunlight and rain bowing blissfully to the attitudes of natural tendency surrendering without struggle automatic compliance and c
fall the petals of blooming peonies trace reflections of memories of sunlight down to feathering ground the newest nourishment paired with brilliant rays glorious in their expansive warmth to bring fo