Hurricane
hit and run
bury and hide
you’re woozy wobbly
fucked equilibrium
fucked overflow
fucked vision
can’t sleep
can’t stop
can’t wait
you’re an ancient soul
worn not mellowed
still sharp
tonight you’re near alright
healing your bones
with a hot meal
ramen sings a lovely
comfortable song
pork belly
bok choy
enoki mushrooms
perfect noodles
there’s always shrapnel
you’re tired
static buzzing
more than anxiety
you’re wet and electric
blink and you’re young again
speeding
flying down a lost highway
you fight rotting grey matter
with pure firepower
your head hit the pavement
you responded with wide shoulders
you ain’t let your heart cry
you probably should
no time
ghosts haunt artillery
they scratch and reach
internal battlefield
you’re slippery
even when you don’t wanna be
torn thoughts
stronger vessel
tougher mettle
you’re more stable with time