then there is a flame
an intensity that feels like
the silence inside a roaring storm
push them into that tornado
remain in the silence
you set them on a path
they never forget
and never regret

And so I whirl around and around, in this breathtaking, vertignious merry-go-round, until the reaper asks me for the last dance.
eulogy to a hell of a dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in that dark green dress…
Was she blinded by something she couldn't see, or blinded by seeing something she couldn't bear to look at? She was too tired to work…