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