The final chapter of Alban and Bran

Chapter 2 of 4

Chapter 2 of 3, in the continuing saga of Jessi

transition

We've all sunken teeth into a sour ball. Aghast at its bitter depths of beauty, Hidden too appal like human nature. Loves no different than this tutti-frutti These golden orbs halve rouge with pith They're shrunken skull's a coffins core. With a taste like a dead suns zenith, O tang of death it's rancorous, tariff.

Now the coffeepot has gone cold. I can see it clearly in her eyes, There’s no more steam or caffeine Demerara sugar or cream… There are no more shortcake biscuits,

I claim the bark from a Shih Tzu

Madness becomes you.

They are the last thing she will see before she dies.