unfiltered mind voices in the subway
Month: September 2021
not one looks up to see the cloud swirl madness
summer night the thunder warms our blood
something about rust forged in the elements
hold myself hostage and wrangle the words out
stay a little longer words slow to a drizzle
huddle closer lest the summer rain separates us
the response is a sigh and touch night rain
approaching the sound of waves gunfire
tide break what’s left of humanity stranded