as quickly as pain,
love heals away,
hungry to die
another day of arrows.
nearly half past life,
wait until denial
says the future is always
when it ain't.
tigers may eat your feet,
but bathrooms steal your soles,
and souls seal the tomb
just to be you, twice.
in petrichor hope,
quit honking your horns,
my body becomes french,
kissing the night away.
let's hope to still surprise
with our eyes
that search for more
and hide from death daily of arrows.