Well what can I say…
Forces come from somewhere
Collect a fist. Swing across the table
Wipe off the current resin from the face
And survive. So that they don’t get killed again
No more rolling on the floor
And let go of everything that used to be
And do not stand with your back to his trunk.
And a heart that is wounded through and through
Hold securely with strong hands
And do not call in tears in the evening mom
And do not give up, so as not to happen…