235.

The echo of sound
calling itself a gentle
hued foreshadowing.

234.

Here, between empty
faces, a warning transmits
like a lullaby.

233.

A boy with an old
man's face plays a guitar, while
his twin sister in

opposites, folds her
long fingers across several
open bottle mouths.

232.

On average, they say
that there is a suicide
at Niagara Falls

roughly every two
and a half weeks. So where do
all the graves empty?

231.

Treads their soles on the
scuffed pavement of a distilled
dream. And calls them love.

230.

Now she just steals head-
-stones of ink and marks them as
her heart's epitaphs.

229.

So girl stopped drawing
curved fantasies on her flesh.
Quit believing in

hope drawn carriages
on the carefully etched dawn
of all her spent (k)nights.