i’ve made so much of my life with these hands. hammering houses to the ground so as to merge fear and fallibility while watching the world…
A poem —
Deafening wind tunnel sanctuary;Highly pressurized sinking societyAnxiety angst acidityAlkaline…
Curly hair cascades down her chestAs spins she around, Quickly zipping the black dress.
If I can flyI will fly into the hazeSearching your fainted signal…emission from your placeWhere you are sufferingin your misery without night or…
You’re eyesa seaof worldsbeggingto beexplored.