Words slither from your tongue
and down my throat...
Oh, the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...
Justice is a balance, an equation of something
as deep as our souls...
Another point
Another view...
Charred flesh doesn't sting the way I'd imagined
But when shivers cross my spine...
I wish to draw a line,
not one that divides...
Trust in the madness
of which brings all the torments...
He could never have
the woman he loved because...
That is us hanging
from our shared index limb like...
I am nobody
though in my nobody-ness...
Everything is packaged in the prison of time
until it grows soul...
No gender,
no savage man and no shrew...