aviatrix of the death cloud
lays her tarot
on the ground amidst
puddled rain and poppy rambles
aviatrix of the death cloud
lays her tarot
on the ground amidst
puddled rain and poppy rambles
you are punctuation
in my day
your departures commas fullstops
(for chili)
cinderella’s shoe
spied
atop a
traffic light control box
7.38am Friday morning
the bandaids on my feet are lifting
cornerposted
flowerbike
bell on a wing
call off your dogdreams crawstuck remnants migraine aura-ed digging me for a word i cannot unnearth from nothing