KarmaWave

This arrow soars, rippingthrough blankets of fog,ablaze with garnet flaresand filled with deadly potential,and yet is no more capable of a piercingthan the design of its the girl, black-haired and ...

I may twist my hands as gracefully as a dove in flight;corrodedlike the summer cliffs in Arizona.Breathe in the air,breathe out the sweet toxinswe pushed from our bodies like sweat ...