It was this Division bell
That started churning
Coals and ashes
Alight
Reviving some hell
Bent un-better
Something much wetter
And heavier still by how we hold it
Unwritten once bitten by fear and revulsion
Nothing could be a better emulsion
Than his revisions to who he said we are
Together
While reading
The News
Our hometown being
Devastated
While we are
Away
Far away praying
Straining to return
To see these terribly life altering events
Details unknown by us
yet
We’ll see what we bet
Leaving when we did
Running is unending
Toward or from everything we are,
Were, or will become
Create my position instead
Of pushing societal boundaries of my gender’s perceived
Ability
Or must I continue
To throw myself in the way
Or in the fronts of the cons
Competing and leaning
Struggling can be a way life
Infuses and reveals strength
7.14.17
Thin Tin String 