creator of disruption;
a catalyst to your white
being. bloody beats and
unrhythmic freedom delays
our organic rest.
we ate the looming
rain as it poured down
2 tiers of black cement...
our home was drowning and
all we could do was wait,
and rebuild.
we stare at freedom as it rotates
around the thicker layer of
the protagonist.
i was waiting patiently and the
time finally distinguished me
from her.
