Humans

Wash away the sins of last night

Puppet

Rip at my cords and claim my fame
As they tug at my will to resist.

In Mary he trust; for the children, he must
Just keep his head down, don’t make a fuss.

Dandelions waltz as we poison our thoughts
With each other’s.

The bright sun demands you deny this affection

Origami organism,
Product of pain or darwinism