She asks me "oh, what makes a smile?
how we show our teeth and call it nice
What courts the powerof life and death?
oh, tell me sister.
what makes a smile?"
wearing shards of the gods
better todaysick
tommorow
how awful the time of relief
i am but an ivory door
dont ask me what jewels mean
gates of heaven
and the gait of hell
a similar stranger in a crowd of friends
my sanity is pawned
i prayed and prayed,love
for seven years and seven nights
I keep breaking
the midnight rule
beautiful caress
a broken respite
virtuous cures
infirmity
the strength of an obsession
ethereal blue
a scrim
and a pale ballet
a trial of tomorrow
and yesterdays echo
that dear sister
makes a smile.
