Aug 2014
stars spilled out from the night sky
into morning, mourning,
and
so did your skin.
please know, your
voice is
louder than any gunshot now
even as new bullets echo against
your gravestone.
into morning, mourning,
and
so did your skin.
please know, your
voice is
louder than any gunshot now
even as new bullets echo against
your gravestone.
