in the smallest things ------------------------ yesterday morning, shaking and junk sick, i watched a bee writhe in torment incapacitated by the ants swarming all over it's body, slowly stripping away flesh possibly spirit as well, who really knows i don't all i can tell you is that i felt a sense of peace and empathy, harsh as it may be this morning, i saw another bee dead being consumed once again, and this time felt nothing possibly because it was beyond pain, and i am not or maybe because...

death as a lady --------------- she talks about what I see sometimes I think she might know the pain is definitely in the voice the cold wind blowing as a back current and the ashen taste of liquor burns in my mouth if I'm gone in the morning what would you say to that? we're promised nothing but this moment not even our next breath I'd spend it on a scream if I thought anyone would even notice instead I focus that chunk of ice in my chest and that knot of rage in my gut and hold tight to tha...

FTW, BTL, yet still you choose