Empty Souls

“I’m a wonderess, I’m a one night stand. Don’t belong to no city. Don’t belong to no man. I’m the violence in the pouring rain. I’m a hurricane.” — Tim Anderson

Don’t let the silk and lipstick coated camouflage confuse you; we roam cities full of souls though delve of self worth, masking anguish, self loathing and crippiling fear with cheap wine and tally-hos.

Men of stature, woman of high decor, sip champagne lies while we rot on the forest floor.