Testo Rituals

Defiantly

To the end

You were numb


You made peace
With the hand

That pushed you down


With a privilege full of

Expectations


We should have stared closely

At the bruises to come seated

No one learns

No one

No one lives


Might as well be dead

Dismantled impressions

Yet to come


Nobody has to stay

The way you spoke

No one deserves these

Imprecise elements


Vacant shame

Unafraid to hurt


Densely bound

In nostalgic lies


Build me shakes so steady

You'll let me go


Dreams uneasy

As we grow


Important in ways

That don't count