june

travesty

or maybe it’s just

that she

sees things that way

the corn flowers

bleeding hearts

lilies so white

the pressure-less

entry of

well sharpened blades

greeting card promises

left on a stage

whispered in concert

with glitter perfume

tricks of the light by the

sweetest of melodies

obscuring the rhyme

ending the parody

reasons will stay

wrapped very dearly

in bags far behind

faceless conductors

pull butterfly wings

the fall of the bastille

the moon out of sight

the endless

the nectar

the scars