Kristina

God my today's blue pennant, sailing with a lover's trauma, don't i feel blessed, smiling dangerously, with twigging lymphoma, my troubles are periphery, to her howling zest, she hurls complaints enormous, but needs me to rest, when it comes to need, she'll isolate some performance, that magnify worries easily, there's justice on her crest, the cabin jukebox roars, all around wait to confess, I press my yellow dress, a fist inside me claws, blows like a serpent's nest, opens the vodka drawer.