He had a disconcerting posture, one that makes people feel uneasy about themselves. And the days seemed to roll over— obedience to the incessant pounding of violence and tumults.
Makes the people feel uneasy about themselves when they lie down instead of uproar. When silence is the incessant pounding of violence and tumults. When the hush of a mouth becomes asphyxiation.
When they lie down instead of uproar. When silence becomes weapons. Days roll over— obedience to the hush of a mouth— becoming asphyxiation. When the word “breathe” becomes the last one.