HyperAlways
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

The clouds are
dark grey
tumbling like
gravel on hills
as it all stampedes forward
I into me
us into the freeway
overthinking
distant fellow sisters
under burning equal skies
under blundering
and pale moonlight
on ebony skin
My mind strolls into you again.
Dripping at your doorstep.
My mind strolls into you again.
Dripping at your doorstep.
pacing hearts panting into palms
waiting, for rain
HyperAlways,
for something to break
