turn the taps,
a gush of water,
penetrates through fingers.
personified in prose,
your call again.

this constant state of confusion
-stabs
is taking my life force from me
-bites

save me, oh brave one.
my 'love', my one of many.

call it the Queeen of Hearts.

subjugate you to my will

Sunshine, stay with me please?

-sandra+