Yesterday

a massacre

Today - cake

This isn't a documentary

of pchychos & the crazed

Just a woman's day 

in a life of this plane

В разрезе

I went through hell

Left my soul there

Until today 

I revisited every one 

white chalked them all 

in precise detail

Left fresh last tears 

as a symbol

My new Me

Now I dance

This is a field story

we're all in it

Аз қалғанда and

I'm about to sow 

some exotica stuff

Someone walked past

my mind in a teal jacket

Was it you

I'm just catching rainbows

with my eyelashes

didn't really see you

I was going for spirals

but found letters

Evil is what's beyond 

our understanding

they told me

The salt of sacred connection

too much of number 6