LEAVEN
I’m exiting this place the wound at the back of my throat means tomorrow a little more …
I’m exiting this place the wound at the back of my throat means tomorrow a little more …
[Niggas] be asking me what then is left of the song; shut up, get you a scapel, cut …
Perhaps grace is a tangible thing only to the one who watches another bleed. The bullet misses everything …
The distance between the bullet & the body is a protest poem; I too am just a metaphor …