colorblind losing his vision, he watches his palette shrink and feels himself going blind by degrees. part of june's creative odyssey.

1 brine and beauty in the whorl of a nautilus, the ocean murmurs like a lover, seeping into your eardrums, flooding into your veins. part of june's creative odyssey.

1 Emerald City She teeters down technicolor side streets, a tornado whirling in her chest. Is it strange, to feel homesick for a place that is not your home? Part of June's Creative Odyssey.

1 the gloaming hour lips, drenched with want and wild roses, ask me to paint the dusk with words, and how can I refuse her? part of june's creative odyssey.

2 New York City Paradise consumed by fire; what remains, except urban decay? Part of June's Creative Odyssey.

1 Aubade While I sleep, you slip away, leaving sighs scattered in the corners of my room. But these words are proof, I did not dream you. Part of June's Creative Odyssey.

2 Sylvia In those days, we were two mad girls, infatuated with death, and arrogant enough to assume we were the only ones trapped beneath the bell jar. Part of June's Creative Odyssey.

1 the patron saint of wrath here I sit, smoldering beneath june's blood moon, ranting at the sky; it listens to me better than you ever could. part of june's creative odyssey.

Hook In Neverland, all the whirring, gold clocks have stopped but one. Part of June's Creative Odyssey.

2 according to the garden rooted to the spot, my memory of you. part of june's creative odyssey.