Kisses

Petal soft kisses, raining

(Down)

Upon the bitter glass fingers of
Forgotten empathy
These little kisses,
Stealing away the thoughts

(Ideas)

Of the frigid little frostbitten
Moth, singing a requiem to herself
While she lays down in her

(Coffin)

Of goose down and faerie dust
And butterfly mourners
Place broken teardrops
In her glossy

(Hands)

A silly little mixture of
Ammonia and bleach, keeps
The world sane
But not without a

(Consequence)

Which is never
Truly served, for only
One thing can be said
For certain