A-Z

Actually able,

but bottled my best.

Creating a circumference of

dialect due.

Everything ends in

false fragrance with

gratitude gradually

hardened.

I instigated my invisibility.

Just jotting a

killer out of myself.

Loving loneliness.

Maybe more

nuances

open over

predetermined perspectives.

Quiet, my queen.

Rest assured,

subtle synchronicities 

tie into his touch.

Under unforgettable

violent broken vases

with wind pushing me away.

Xenon is

Yesterday’s yearnings.

Zephyr zips my sorrows.