reasons to abandon a hope never realized in this soft lit room where children are taught to leave behind friendships in the face of fallen facades after freedom was lifted above fellowship
that ringing is your ears
what’s the contract?
who can write anymore?
are we agreeing or fleeing from hyena screech howls unnerving nesting nightingales while the moon passes behind white wisps
waiting for the sun to strip away the fear of not knowing
i beat you to the punch