riotwithorder

the sinews of my flesh these days are like spring-coils my fiber-glass bones are tearing apart, and i have aches that well, i just have to live with. i wasn't always so brittle or so strong just a malleable piece of clay ---- one day, i decided to spread my darkly avian wings and fly away from the shadow of a lie named story-book a lie that muffled the electric strike of our palms it's quite eclectic how it resounds within us still the way it coated us in a thick, grungy paste of toxin that kept us warm in the cold, prince george winter-times with a chemical embrace that shook us to the bones when i went i flew around the worl