No Title
Words, where are you?
I can’t hear thee
Uninspired
Dribble, f*ck me
It would not stop
If not for them
A finger point
Cut at the stem
A glaring eye
Lies round on you
Lists of the things
You made me do
Broken flower
Uprooted, worn
Notice your bud
Forms all things torn
Any other
Title given
Doubt, the nameless
Be forgiven
