bloom

step over sunsets wreck under skin and lavender roads bleed; our health; my starts are falling flat on empty skulls and serving the Company for reasons nobody knows

caged the murder is fine and straining for escape they caw at anything that shines

i can't pass by without paying in dime

we can't break out but everything is fine!

fed, rested, and possibly quite blind that is life but the cage is empty and fleeting

I'll bloom in time