tick. d12. cbd1
Dec 29, 2020 2:13:10 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Dec 29, 2020 2:13:10 GMT -5
let's burn this place to the fucking ground
he says
through clenched teeth
through white uniforms and town squares and public displays
through
something that splits and crumbles and falls
into
nothing
( the rubble carves grooves into his lungs for the dust to settle in until it piles up and up and up and up) ) ) )
why don't you understand
he cries (it hurts)
and
he hordes illegal books and stolen maps and faded blueprints
stains his greedy hands with motor oil and
wraps his wounds in wire casings
it isn't a rebellion - it's a resurfacing
it's a
swan song
he only falters once
he shows his teeth instead of his heart, his hands instead of his cards
he bleeds kerosine and bathes in gunpowder and when he breathes
it
fucking burns
he shakes the devil's hand
let's be the bad guys
he screams
to deaf ears, to a little brother with wide eyes and a father with closed ones, to the walls of the detention centre
he lets the roof cave in
and breathes in the dust
anarchy
he whispers and
the rubble listens
tick / m / 18
he says
through clenched teeth
through white uniforms and town squares and public displays
through
something that splits and crumbles and falls
into
nothing
( the rubble carves grooves into his lungs for the dust to settle in until it piles up and up and up and up) ) ) )
why don't you understand
he cries (it hurts)
and
he hordes illegal books and stolen maps and faded blueprints
stains his greedy hands with motor oil and
wraps his wounds in wire casings
it isn't a rebellion - it's a resurfacing
it's a
swan song
he only falters once
he shows his teeth instead of his heart, his hands instead of his cards
he bleeds kerosine and bathes in gunpowder and when he breathes
it
fucking burns
he shakes the devil's hand
let's be the bad guys
he screams
to deaf ears, to a little brother with wide eyes and a father with closed ones, to the walls of the detention centre
he lets the roof cave in
and breathes in the dust
anarchy
he whispers and
the rubble listens
tick / m / 18
