there exists a fate within our mouths as soon as we are born.
Do we manifest into something which incites awe
or do we discontinue the reckoning days
&cry onto our cracked clay skin with severity?

Endlessless, or, freedom, is what I see when I think of you
Freedom of spirit and mind and tongue, a sharp one at that and you have this whiskey fire in you
phantom feelings leave nothing to trust or even to just
hold on to

Committed to lavish feelings of hedonistic desire
like a girl that knows wrong from right and looks at you to reconcile the two
Water, always water, placing us somewhere cold, where knowledge of shared experience can rarely push themselves on, tried
and true

And so the old saying goes, you've heard it before.
do you sink
or do you exhale in with the forced raspy mumble of when your Mother saw her first jewelry box?

The angel may dance, and holy, she may seem
and there is nothing more sweet than cathartic release of the torment you've seen