382.

Flay me open by
the serrated edge of that
poisoned, acid tongue.

381.

The empty holes of
your eyes burn a tragedy
of heart's memory.

380.

My heart tumbles, as
if adrift on the rough sea,
floundering and drowned.

379.

All the guileless hearts
offer tender overtures
to acquiesce to.

378.

The absence of space
between us is redolent
in need to escape.

377.

Depressed people should
always be offered rooms with
windows to jump from.

376.

I float through the stars,
body temporarily
stead by soft dreams.