Many have tried to take away my voice.
Even still, speaking truth would be my choice.
Even facing hate in response to art…
Only add’s more depth & substantive heart.
It’s desensitization that I fear.
Walking embodiment of dullest tier.
All of our senses populate what’s real.
But, haters would have them no longer feel.
Life shakes & breaks us with earthquakes & death.
It double taps us when we’re out of breath.
This wreck washed up & faced a true siren.
Eldritch & couched in bloody environ.
I survived; because I am no tick’s feast.
She thought me the least…so, I was released.
Still, we escape just to suffer the more.
But; not the same twice…if you learned before.
L.B.Stowe 