Disposefully Yours

Every little breath
Transforms into a storm
Raging and desperate
Ravaging and hungry
To consume.

Every little movement
Transforms into a quake
Devastating and ruinous
Feral and charged
To annihilate.

That’s the equation of you and I.
The singular division
Of never seeing eye to eye.

For, every little breath
Is the sign of life
That you wish never to breathe.

For, every little movement
Is the gesture to be
To which you will never concede.

Yet you stand on my ground
Greedy for my flesh
Hungry for the mound
Ravenous for my submission.

And I,
I give you everything of Nothing
Every little bit.
Every little scrap.

For, fucker, that every little breath
Is everything I am without your weight.
And that every little movement
Is everything I will become without your chains.



Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.
Jean-Paul Sartre