if you are on the horizon, |
I can't fall asleep if you're
not at ease, steady in my arms...
staring at my coffee cup,
flies begin to gather...
some people can't be
redeemed, no matter how...
I wake up past noon,
limbs anchored to...
it feels impossible
to do more than this...
Ink is my testimony; I pour it out and watch it bubble then boil until it burns my fingertips. |
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes. |
My heart is sick with grenades. |