hard breaths of fresh air until the summer fog fades
Tag: literature
dusk the children disguise art as a weapon of mass destruction
only the soul can fathom the indescribable void
paper contact the ink flows from grain to brim
summer i feel and i understand the depth of this existence
mynahs standing ground against the four wheeled monster
summer the stage made effable with trained silence
pull the trigger and switch from flesh to verse
root our art in rebellion and rage summer we take back control
safe enough to fall and yet grim enough to stay
