Your wish, my command

It’s black, the cloak of emotions Donned at ungodly hours, that Incidentally is multilayered in a Rogue’s life, who without a thought Lives one very long night Until it consumes her without a word To the Aladdin of my soul, who forgets A lamp does more than just light a room

Prozac

On such bizarre days when cakes come knocking, On silent doors, and birds bark their presence in gold, On crooned fingers perch diamond rings, On each square presumption leaps On such days you speak to me in tongues, and myself, On Xanax, I think, On Prozac life is