Tish Scott - She looks so beautiful fragile delicate hands nails pink the curved fingers morphed into shapes beautiful graced eyes penetrating softness of face - delicate as a jewel
Her body needs fuel
To fight the worms and fiendish turns - the mind dreams I have another lifetime of things to find explore and seek
Why why is she so weak
Nor fair nor crys of despair
Just the whisper why why
It's so not fair - let her live and dream she is not finished - I will never get to be a little old lady she sighed by her bed I nearly cried....
Boneless Skinless Universe I See More
but a mere shadow of existence everything is surreal - in the context of meanness...