Monday, June 15
deadman's denial
If today's my last
and tight shut my eyes,
don't you dare cry my dear
but dance for I'm once here.
Waltz on me, press it-
stomp on the clay rigid,
or I will claw my way out
and rip out your babyy's gut.
Thursday, June 11
fire on bleak street
Right hand's a torch.
Left hand flicker.
Wait, wait, scream.
Tell me who started this fire?
Throwing tantrum, misbehaved.
Burning, bringing down our walls
ignoring Arya's unborn cries
and Musa's nonexistent calls.
Not a thousand miles from here,
or a lifetime standing there
would fix, fix, break,
what is forever beyond repair.
I am always who I am,
and you'll forever be divine.
Sleepless nights aren't meant for you,
these streets on fire are always mine.
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