Trembling, I wake my fingers one last time.
In motion and free closure I surrender the ability to lose
Come what may, I will Rouge
This is not just the beginning.
Past adventures avenged the advocates; I am not her,
But I am no critic.
Critically, I list my wistful thinking, derivative are my bulletpoints but
I stuff my wist
Opening this trunk, this treasure chest I find not one
Pieces of carriage to travel upon or with that neither explain a belonging or to whom I owe the pleasure;
I have nothing to lose, quote me not repeat me twice, to gain.
Childproof/ish are the gummy vitamins I can no longer swallow
The doctors tell me so;
I must abide, for in lack of regulation I may fall /to/o.
There are crevices left and untouched, maybe never filled But,
Charming you are in the funniest of crimson light, this tastes so bitter in your absence
Smoothly, this prison is a home of silence and wonder
Bewildered I exist
on a branch of deliberate creed
yet Surely faith in Fate,
Barren are the bars, breathe deep young Skywalker
Challenge the crave and become soft to the queer absolute;
Chocolate may never taste so bitter, as you were naive to…
A simple list, folded neatly in a crisp envelope, tied gently with a ribbon labeled, “Valerie.”