A Pacifistic Fight Response
Give me the blessing of being punched in the face in bright daylight, so I can see even if the pain blinds me, even if it was gravity that pushed us into this moment, even if I fear for myself, I fear for you if I despise the pain in messiness of black eyes and broken...Bound
I think it’s time to cut the ties of a love which binds me so much given and none to me a personal rejection just for me I wish you’d be brave honourable and kind but you haven’t dragging me along like the texas man I run and Run till the gravel digs...
Tea Kettle
bubbling and gurglin
my rage boils
it rises in my body
mind over-sharpened for threats
pixilated visions of my world