through tsunami waves
like fortresses
pounding with such force and restlessness
lay a hand upon this chasm
fissures along this human body.
blinked two times;
a signal for help.
you, an undercover perpetrator, spilt this ****** blood
there’s no rhyme or reason
for the capture of such purity.
the eagerness of the flesh
descending upon uneasiness.
one heart unmoored
one mourned
two hearts unbreakable
by a force of nature
so undeniable,
death is willing to submit to its feet.
yeah…i haven’t written in a while. i just haven’t been inspired. this is about innocence and the destruction of it. also about the human experience, doing things we do not want to, but others plead us to. and…the things we don’t do do not define us. the definition of things have changed.
9/4/23