i’ve eaten my fill.
tore flesh from limb, had blood drool.
mute to the braying.
frosted glass
i can see through glass.
we are all transparent cups.
some frosted some clear.
key of me
music upon flight.
sweet opus waterfall beak.
flight in key of me.
the plank
are you my real friend?
or one that likes to pretend?
walk me to the end.
apsis parapsis
start one thousand words.
stuck at the apoapsis.
double down for naught.
tea futures
orange liquid brew.
bite me with each sip i take.
are you good for me?