Perfection Is Flawed Poems

She
The “Angel”
She beckons to you
Her smile is sweet
...

If I were a dagger,
the murkiness of the moonlight would

reflect,
...

A child's precision
a white paper world, crayon-colored.
Delicate shape, formed by
small, clumsy fingers.
...

All these mindless cries

that Shout
...

Hear the thunder, in cold, dark skies,
temper rising as he curses at nothing and everything.
...

You with your key
that isn't
really
...

(I)

First note sounds.
flooded silence in this cold, empty city
...

in dimmed
consciousness
blurred thoughts
...

It loomed over them
Menacingly, but also
Temptingly.
Some tried to run
...

Your heart constricts
(Making breathing
harder than usual)
Your lip
...