taste

memory clings to the pulse

of childhood antics; drenched in

the sweet after-taste; of experience.

wardrobe

prepare a wardrobe for these

perverse thoughts; a locket cast

in iron; a secret better kept safe.

pine

an old pine tree

crackles like a whisper;

gentle flames; turning to dust.

shells

watch your breath

sink into your flesh;

as shells lurch their

openings; into a stream

of sun-softened ripples.

rid

rid this bitter; from

my spoken tongues,

before these words

reel flames; from ashes.