carve ribs clean

bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones

The mental image of Sunjata stitching shirts together with the most ridiculous slogans, sayings, and pictures was enough to cause another ripple of laughter over her – enough to ignore the wake of Halo pressing around them. “Perfect. An underground merch market. We can make them super rare and expensive.” Winking, she shook her head, pondering over the vast arrays of possibilities, and overcoming Kaisel’s apparel lines as well – just for some friendly competition. “Sure. Let’s head back and we can plot this out,” for however far it would go – because it was better than sinking, wallowing, or being an inevitable pawn for someone in a region.

[FIN]

the honeybee

Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw