Drinking the bright red medicine, you are a flower that conceives. Gerbera, a green bulb, a window overseeing the ocean and the hands of a cradle (1)
The fish that has lost its heart is watching an old movie.
I want a well-worn knife, using the correct words above all else.
A group of adults that don’t know the rules of the game.
A kind device was necessary.
Like an empty heart, let’s do the same thing.
A town that is breaking.
You said “It’s like a lie, isn’t it?”
Dragging along like you have one leg to the place of rebirth.
A ship that is sinking.
Saying “I want to stay like this”, you were smiling.
Why didn’t you touch it?
Here, there is even prayer.