Mind’s a garbage can. Rotted thoughts. Dead vermin burritoed in mildewed newspaper. Broken conversation. Diluted sentences. Almond eyes & cashew skin. Creamy vanilla & lavender. Honey dew & grape seeds. She ran out of voids to cement and silk to shred. The petals fall beneath her toes. The beauty does not disappoint. A vision soft on the pupils and a touch rough on the finger.