May 2013
when I sleep, I
hear sounds of crashing
and war
to the steady, beating
d*** beneath my breast.
oh, the fear
you instill and the
outrage I feel
undo me.
whispers in
ash-covered bullets of sweat scream
nonsense.
thinking is death.
free me.
reach out.
our moments are painfully slow.
make up your
mind,
e**ntangling me.
hear sounds of crashing
and war
to the steady, beating
d*** beneath my breast.
oh, the fear
you instill and the
outrage I feel
undo me.
whispers in
ash-covered bullets of sweat scream
nonsense.
thinking is death.
free me.
reach out.
our moments are painfully slow.
make up your
mind,
e**ntangling me.
