Veiled. Screaming to be released from the afterbirth
The Caul. My prison.
Cursed by circumstance. Crushed under situation.
Abstract speed reverse back flip imps.
Beaten by barbed wire. Ripping out chunks of flesh. Battlefield: Code Red.
Burlap sack repentance.
Life is the quality of lies we live by.
A Quark of timing and fate.
So said the Hurricane to the Tornado.
LOve,
Pixy Dust