Ash Weed

I am so done with feeling Xmas Amaryllis grow in places where thralls go free I am not quite enough for the woodland; promoting myself again after all accused men have been named In Casablanca I wait for livestock to come through luxe doors for thighs to grow less through absorption My killer is not going to be invited to this Ornamenting party and I am blue daisies casting O’s wide in anointment Now that he’s gone I am free to torch down the Valley                        la spiaggia of pure Purple                         small neck in hand