katie

walden freeman

solid cubes of air and light
darken the halls covered in vines
where i have walked in hopes
of bumping into you

and the seasons turn only one solid color
black and white and crystal clear
and armored for battle
and for one another

and i, like the vulture i was born to be
with a furnace inside my chest
that battering rams the basements
of the people i love to lie to

speaks in languages
undiscovered

amen

Johnny_N

Me like a long time!
Well done