Everytime I Look At A Zebra, I

There Are Some Weapons You Can't Protect Yourself Against.

You Can Run But You Can't Hide... But I Can Try. I Feel Air Catch In My Lungs And I Get A Cramp In My Side And This Pain, This Wonderful Physical Pain That I Can Place, Reminds Me That After All I Am Still Alive.

The Night Is Falling Down Around Us. Meteors Rain Like Fireworks, Quick Rips In The Seam Of The Dark... Every Second, Another Streak Of Silver Glows: Parentheses, Exclamation Points, Commas - A Whole Grammar Made Of Light, For Words Too Hard To Speak.

I Think My Writing Has Become "cleaner."

I Drew It Over My Skin Like A Violins Bow, No One Would Ever Hear The Song Of My Shame.