Jan 2019
my day -
no, summers day,
lay cloacked in
my fog
thick and veiling
there's distant screams,
tears from another
and
the smell of
drugs - just lit.
is this how we
mourn our
violence?
no, summers day,
lay cloacked in
my fog
thick and veiling
there's distant screams,
tears from another
and
the smell of
drugs - just lit.
is this how we
mourn our
violence?
