Baby's breath tiny petals white love drips down weary cheeks yellow and red lights glimmer in the dark sterile halls Hippocratic Oath prevails shifting tides turn thoughts lack of conviction comes into question whispered words of God and Mary secret prayers said in silence bended knee head bowed to the almighty beads slip through fingers …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
