Brought upon by difference I breathe out fire, inhale ice a fusion. I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts just waiting to be Plucked,
From a distance I stand in mountain pose, channel the ground beneath me to center the particles that long to join the majority of tribes
Tomorrow I’ll put out the baby pilot lamp that I’ve kept going for the past year and a half. The remains of a bonfire built
In the corner of my mind she resides, large heavy cloak, dark, deep-set eyes—a constant reminder Her inky black clothes spill easily, if I let