April Cerise, In Memoriam
tempest in a teapoton the perspectivetalons flywhispers i've seenawkwardness happeningthere are times when i feelhaints of junethey dance to music 
that i cannot hear 
but i know haunts mecaught in the raftersdisappearing actrepentancewe are only shadows away from homethe day the sky felli gave her a flowerthese faces that afternoon i encrypted the sunlight is loudcovenant
light is loud