So far, i’ve chosen to opt out

the closest i might ever get to some kinds of pain is hearing about them

let them have it

let it be with them and fill them out

if i should ever be alive inside your skin, stitched back to one uninterrupted sheet,

or have witnessed from behind your eyes, restless now for a final resting ground,

let me also have your ears listen to how i ripped apart concrete and sisters,

storming through the night, unmaking sleep for whatever time you have left

let me your ears, i have a world to bring to their knees.

may the ground in which i've put so many of you seed your spirit,

for there's work to do.