elusive creature

The subconscious is most revealing the searing realization of dream states the skin wants and that rotting organ that squeezes her chest yearns-misses-loves wilting trees within the core allowing the reliving of the time of the brier roses where she was very beautiful the Redivivus places her state of plain reality into a Melancholy for the garden of Red the moment he dug up the soil and she planted the seeds of youth and growth and most wretchedly love they watered it and watched it rise bud bloom... however now she is the only caretaker of this garden and the briers have grown thorns that pierce holes into her body and she aches and bleeds and continues lifting her eyes to the distance for the pending rose gardener from the Spirit or that of No Return.

She sat in coffee shops, not thinking of you.