Peanut Butter With Jelly Dreams

Quitely closing again her cupboard; a slice of hope in tiny hands Tiptoeing away, another cold as daunting day; embracing, their child Dirty dish water his hummingbird hovers, then fly's away; creaking steps Self-conscious humble heart's gazing at the knots, amid her shoe lace Misfits, another's Nobel prize nirvana's nightingale, to one day write ? Passing Abandonments shuttered house accursed these ghosts reside; inherent, as cellared Time's literature and he tossing their pages torn into the pyre while she quoting rhymes.... Parturient pan'handling at pathos bus stop sterile, less love her infants: Stigmata's, loaf of bread.