Sunday, October 19, 2008


Charisma follows you all alone. 
I thought you would start to wonder. 
My hands start to tremble burning above my head.
Curiosity arouses when  eyes reach lost. 
pale floral skin. 
your liquid to me- 
evaporation never takes place.
progressions of minds dipped in misery.
You taste like an orchid born orphan. 

the female zoo