Lately tesselating thoughts
grin unnaturally
at mental gates wide open
to the mosaic of evil.
Is there ever a Requiem
that can sate the abyss
that craves a Requiem?
An Amazonian Gardener
for Death Valley,
their own self a Valley of Death?
Black coffee meltdown
walking down the street.
The 100-year-old bell chimes 11 times,
and I cross my fingers.
Her email was 77.
Categories:
tesselating, angst, dark, for her,
Form: Free verse