Tonight I sleep in a Xanax induced slumber paper gun tucked under my pillow hands tactically placed meditating rosary beads smooth and worn from years of deep sleep prayers never to see the light of day or have the privilege to be heard amongst saints or sinners I land gently with neither while my finger …
Tag: election
Revolution
It's raining down collective societal conscience a shift, slap and pat down of fear based rhetoric something so sinister it retracts common morality; lean to the right and hear a reptilian hiss... dissipating truth from fiction power is an addiction - if we slither in groups It's something we can find in our history books …
Trilby Yates 