mamabunny

Voice


Sacred is the Cell
and this transforming light
i put my hands over my eyes
to find you
only removing them to
the hands of the clock
ticktickticktocktockety torn.

heart in stomach
blindfold my angels

She died.
He left.
I crashed.

Alive in cyberspace
wearing your mothers fear
the bitter absence

could not embrace you enough
could not fill you
overflowing with uncertaintity

Bring back stories
Bring back a new love
and a snowglobe for me

I will watch it
and wish to be in it
and remember
June.

Washed away
with the melting snowflakes






(ok, i like this one, but i couldnt decide whether it was cheesy or not)


Love you guys.

Still making bling in Denver. I think im at like $15,000.
I do miss my home. I cant wait to get back so i can find a new house!