terrorists & killer queens
a series of threads
hanging from the sun
are here to take the bones
from the people we love most
i saw the angels rise
from the mud into the sky
to find the things they lost
but they never came back down
a woman ate spaghetti
in the shiny bourgeoise
with terrorists and killer queens
who've never felt that needle sting
a long line of text
waiting to be read
but no-one understood
the wishes of the ink
may 02, 2021