A poem —
Some call it justiceOthers say, this is the catalystFor the grand divorce slash mitosis…
the soil
from which I stem from
makes me feel
like I forgot
like I saw war
and looked away
and never truly fought
Poetry
Sweet little children hearts running free you poor little baa-lambs becoming sheep just…
A poem
Phones left on tablesFood still on shelvesHow much would have to changefor the demons insideto present…