Fantasy: respite
in a world of real pain;
surrealist’s garden
Break
Rainbows
Rain’s always worth it—
little rainbows will emerge
lighten up our lives
Bleeding hearts
If the blood of innocents
seeped through continental plates,
dripped into our winter sunsets—
would they still be pretty?
Iron
The mother, a bridge,
carries the weight of her world
ironclad shoulders
Showdown
Pimples on the Earth
sign of boiling rage within;
volcanic showdown
The Chaos Within 