You Are Holding A Loaded Gun, You

It Seems Like The Rebellions Never Stop, In The City, In The Compound, Anywhere. There Are Just Breaths Between Them, And Foolishly, We Call Those Breaths “peace".

I Like To Think That Im Helping Them By Hating Them

He Is Strong, And Lithe, And Certain. And He Is Mine.

I’d Rather Eat Out Of A Can Than Be Strangled By A Faction.

Thank You For Your Honesty.