1124.

Monsters and death just
close bosom beaus in concert
with joy over fear.

1123.

Fear a surrender
sought to balance the mundane.
Dress up for adults.

1122.

Crawling toward this
season of upended soul's
frivolity. Check.

1121.

A backwards dance of
limbs, always breaking. Nothing
left. Stuttered movement.

1120.

The wrongness of these
presumptions just hang. Killing
gentle hope between.

1119.

Treating privacy
as incidental instead
of necessary.

1118.

Secrets upended
for the crowd's pleasure. A slow
soul's public torture.