A cobbled mess of poetry pieces.

[Cadaverous Pallor]

Thanks.

Most of those were scribbled on random papers in my purse. Time to purge.

I cleaned my freakin' closet and I'm feeling fresh
vaccumed floor that saw no daylight for ages
toted bags to the car filled with bygone belongings
refiled, relabeled, redesigned
built up a sweat, cleansed, emerged naked and pure

Only the rest of the place is a dump