STAINED SOUL My stained soul Silently crying for freedom My stained soul Desperate for a loving touch My stained soul Craving unlimited hope My stained soul Grieving what we never had

I hear the children playing in the summer heat, families cooking in the kitchen, and water cooling the thirsty plants of the earth. The purest expressions of life, yet in this same space silence, outrage, and hatred flow freely. Domestic terrorist protected under the same…

Crumbling bones of salt cannot hold the demons at bay any longer Their liquid limbs lap at my skull and my ribs My head crumbles open and they burrow into my brain, Piping their bodies into my consciousness.   My body is being rebuilt, bone…