The street is flanked by Candles, like a runway for the Dead. I will miss you.
She feeds on red hearts, Two thumbs up, gold stars, retweets. Her phone is her plate.
Fat clouds perch atop The skyscrapers. I look up – Face splattered with rain.
Never-ending rain, Dark clouds, howling of the wind… Let me calm your storm.
Good morning headache Head chopped open with an ax You come spilling out.
Your smile captivates. It keeps playing in my head. The last smile syndrome.