Wednesday, 14 November 2018

let go of your arms

and beneath the thin air of
stagnant kisses and potent cries;
we will live a longer lie.

thrive off our penalties where
swelling crystals will ground
our jasper toes;
anarchists never touched my
soul.

apart from these parts in world
we are freedom singing twirls
waiting to land. i pray for
you and i die for your
daily.


granted avalanche

when we arrived  the amulet was damaged and  broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...