Leaving
The loss left me cold, falling into sleepWaking up to the IV and the stitchesThe return of pain and the itchesReality assets
Tag: survival
Fire
And I ask myself, did I fall from grace?And I look around meand I realizeThere is none to be had here.I must
Life Time
Driving this meat machine that’s somehow twice my ageIt bears the scars and fractures of a vessel for my rage. They say