Black Sand

sift, sift right through my hand no matter how hard i tried, couldn't hold on to black sand to walk on a private beach as beautiful as yours and feel your love between my toes violet waves and pink sun rays... i could live in your scenery for days.

Organ Donor

Death becomes her,she who bleduntil her skin grew paleand the floor turned redSee, she so loved a manthat she sliced her chestto give him what restedbeneath her left breast A trembling fingerdipped in crimson inkwrote three lonely wordsin the kitchen...