Disturbing a peaceful slumberTaking what was once comfortInvisible hands upon my legsapplying pressure and fearViolatingSuffocatingHands like bricks m..
I awoke my back pressed against concrete and gazed at the trees above my body. I rolled to one side and slowly pushed myself up on my knees, a dull ac..
You are the dark songof the morning;serious and slow,you shave, you dress,you descend the stairsin your public clothesand drive away, you becomethe wi..
Sick and twisted replication of an ongoing cycleOne drop and I'm infectedNever be able to run away from what I despise most.I'll become manipulation. ..
Your not 12 years old sitting on that green staircase crying over a red singlet
12 years old and feeling paranoid sitting with a group of boys undern..