CYCLONE

2013-10-21 | 6:42 p.m.

I will always be the stone
See the world in blood and bone
Fear the waxing unknown
And what it means to find a home
Make my breath a silent moan
Bury what I should have grown
Sink to watch the churning foam
Grieve the love I've not been shown
Hold me down all on my own
I will always be alone