The star chart blinked like
beacons splashing across
the strewn-water horizon

To Valentina forever. 

Start with a house made of matches. 

What I was doing was obvious.

Before I knew what a panic attack was, or how to come down

Gifted for my age until I started talking

i dreamt of you last night 

if i could paint a moment in time, i’d take a clouded paintbrush. 

When forced to choose between certain disembowelment by a ravenous Minotaur