“Our lungs filled with insects and ash.”Mixed Media on Canvas30″ x 30″2009 The Day The Flowers Died, Paintings 2010-2009 "That was the day the flowers died." "The sky was isolation." "And the wind was obsidian." "Our lungs filled with insects and ash." "Every last breath crashing into asphalt earth." "All of the children were devoured." "And a hole consumed every heartbeat." "The birds were frozen in concrete sky." "With feathers falling as snow." "Every field sat swollen and contorted." "Into crumpled paper, hope had collapsed." "And the sky screamed the most lonesome sound of all." "Our dreams lay still, one wing clutching at air." "We were two wounded beasts, one final kiss." "You smiled softly, our lips sprouted moth wings." "We held hands as we watched the last light on Earth."
