shout outs to the shift workers and shapeshifters

the backbones of society

the doors of the cage were opened long ago

i had just never learned to fly

the never ending cacophony of dead loves

deafened me to you calling from behind those doors

awash in the pride of poverty

and the ever present need for

self-destruction

it all seems so clear to me now

here on the eve of my collapse

that as always

i will rise up stronger than before

the warrior poet

princess of the page

whore to the written word

rejoice! for now among ye walks

a myth amongst mere mortals

drink up if we be friends and

can you get this one because i’m a little short

freedom keeps changing its definition on me

but i’m pretty sure we are headed in the right direction