Pale skin blossoms plum wine, as she shoves off, her pelagic musings yet another time. Sickening slide of the blade stretch and slice, Oozing an ocean of red O’er her wrists and thighs. Lesioned lips turn winter pale, The deeper , the better She relishes in pain. Tears spill down serene, Trickle away the unseen….

a thousand leaves outlined.

Scarlet, Auburn and coral streaks, foster the ceaseless creasing of the morning seas. Blazing sun turns amber pale the smoke of silence strips the light from air. She gasps for every breath she exhales, Her soul in autumn’s melancholy dwells. Luscious eyes swirl from word to word. Under the fog tinted fairy-trees, She is what…