lily

black clouds covered the city today, made the morning fade to night and we were all baptized by the water gushing out with such force like the sky was giving birth. I smiled while watching everyone dodge the rain and run inside or under anything they could. I just stood there until my clothes were soaked, Letting the water run over me, watching the lightning and listening to the thunder that screamed loud like my pulse.
Everyday i go into the same hospital to the second floor with all my old school junkies, my bruised warriors and fallen angels, stand in line for the "cure" which comes in a little paper cup in cherry liquid. It gets hard to swallow after a while. After a while you wonder if you're doing anything differently, Just because you can function doesn't mean you aren't a slave anymore. I am reminded of the "Live Free" Inked into my flesh. can we? is it possible? I just watch the war, On the street and on the tv in the waiting room at the hospital and i know that its not just me fighting.
I answered a ad looking for dominatrix work the other day. I'd like to bruise and scar for my hustle.
Love, Lily