Shackles on our feet, cuffs on our wrists. Paraded as thievesour crime: success, good gadget mostly our fashion sense.
God has a way of sitting your ass downwhen all you want to dois ignore your body's pain,push through its topsy turvy…
drip. drop. drip.
outside. then in,inside. then out.
the weather shifted — my bodysuccumbed to its wrath.