Guilt is a ball of napalm inside of a Jack-o-lantern on a crisp, Halloween night Eating... No, evaporating to the very core Staunch in...

I can still hear his voice gruff with grief, screaming through the other end of the phone:

Butterflies over bulldozers And leveled foundations to unscripted paths By unscripted, I mean, unintended equations with wrong numbers...

You don't look like her. Studying her stringy hair limply and lazily draping her shoulder. Her slender nose, so petite sitting upon her...