💌 MADE in USA 💌
Liquid gold laced with petrol and gasoline fumes fuel hot yoga steam.
Small business
Plastic Business
Plastic Princess
My voice wrapped in barbed wire, ripping until silence.
Oh, gutted pale soul!
This glutton virus, never full!
You once basked in golden suns of home!
And yet, here, in polyester rubble I ask,
Where do these dreams go when they break?
Blood soaks this soil
Tears flood this rain
Until the last bird sings and the last fire burns cold.
“I got royalty got loyalty
My DNA not for imitation, your DNA, an abomination”
I meditate with Kendrick.
Then I rage with Nader.
“In the desert doing what? Fuck your PTSD”
Desperate, I slush this sinking feeling deeper down the well.
Where it’s dark, damp, echoes, and red.
Apologies for my delay in getting back to you!
This anger will crash like waves, forceful plunge then calm waters.
Drowning the sands differently with each foamy splash.
Waiting for creatures like me to float ashore and walk again,
But we’re all so lost and lonely, never learned how to swim, and quickly running out of air.