Awkwardly dressed in crayolas
Intervening her volcanic uterus
Blossoming it domestically sinned
Pretty isn’t she
Forging her tongue to eat
Knitting her knees to write
The noted alterations
Windless phased transparencies
Living plumply serenading her decay
Gumming her kidney skeletal face
Scintillating her mind with schemes
Coloring her eyeballs with peace
With a green thread mane of fern
Urging her existence to search for syllables
The nucleus fibers from within
