Still here, floating in the vagrancy and sweat of life debt

I.owe.you the truth I yelled at.my chest as I invest in lapels that fit me best. 

Sometimes my brain burns furnaces with true insides screaming mercy for cold water

Shocked

And then I leave. Restless and adventurous to find a splinter I can pull out and make into my sword.

On guard heart ache.

You can’t take me.

Not today.

-AmaRose