If I Could Bleed

If you cut me open with your words, I will heal it with my verse, but, if I could bleed, it would be the colour of the murkiest rivers.   Your teeth are bare, you still want to see if I care, but, if I wanted to, I would have run out of here. You…Read more If I Could Bleed


War Cry

Throw those away, the hands that require you to withstand blows, from a culture that bows to the feminine. Asinine! May your shields fall to the ground, surround yourself with the grand scheme of the divine. Ravine ! Let your heart sing to the ground and create a stream, a dream of a life for…Read more War Cry