Outer Space
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
Raging raven rebellion rani, raspy & reclusive.
Parades peppered praise inside poltergeist pockets.
Ebony so effervescent, it could've been onyx.
Opal, obsidian—an obsessive evening of anguish.
Colliding as I crash on repeat, reckless.
At the very intersect of valour & arrogance exists an abyss,
a blackhole of laboured breath that blankets us like breakfast.
Grief is a graveyard of gifts, organized in rows that remind us of impermanence.
Tied to trauma tinted by teflon terrorism—
I will always be your hostage..
“Ebony so effervescent, it could've been onyx.”
— Black Tourmaline.
Even in deep space, your love holds me down, Your embrace has weight, and keeps me coming, back…
When I rage, I rumble, cave, and crumble, slip and stumble, bleak, I bumble,…
You came along when skies were dark, just like a song, you left your mark. Upon my heart, I felt a…
my love is just another crutch; a whole circus, tainted by trust. oh wizard me, enchanted thee;…