Anger & resentment shatter my bones.
They crease my heart in ways I cannot flatten.
The fabric of her beauty is infinite,
Though torn by brick & mortar.
Is strength my mountaintop?
Is trust my beloved slave?
I fight for truth in this battle,
Even if the war is a lie.
We relish and rage,
We fuck and fight.
O’ how we fight in vain,
And to be slain is all we beg!
We will leave this realm begging for the blood of our children.
Tension goes unseen.
The balance smiling while crying and it’s all a dream.
A dream dead to us all but alive to moon and the stars.