death played a slouth

Which broken hearts were drawn to,
Which broke into a few pieces and dispersed with the ground and the gas.
Lava sat willingly on the couch casting a shadow on the liners.
Snow bound, blood soap.
never got interested in your dynamite wick.
Introverted speck.

Never see through the panic..you had to let go of my hand because it was clammy.

Death riddled with sips of the horse piss.
Some mothers, he fed on pills and crammed up in the pill bottle.
damn singers always falling with the gold in the wind.
say they like to fetch the whistle of the wind no more can begin.
just people in a cartoon when it was healed up by squatting spice traders.

Nomads see through the dessert toppings, the signs that promote obesity... she had to let go of the sand, because it contained sugar.