She had a great big heart
but very little grace.
Every time she fell in love
she landed on her face.
*text by anna nimiti, illustration by me*
I could never end things between us. However, my sock puppet has something he wants to tell you.
One by one,
The petals fall,
Like little death knells.
Repulsive renegade rabbits rioting, Recklessly rampaging ramshackle ruins, Rapturously regarding ravaged rubbly results.