Tunnel
Hello mirror, you’re gray. A mucky
portrait. Here’s the intensity; fuck
their simulation. I value a locked
door. That’s a starting point. I adore
my club hammer, train ride, and my
sword. Winter prison cells are haunted.
I kick and chip. Taken taking. Join me,
we’ll spark. Onward eruption. Grind.
One hundred eagles. Sneak upward.
New and released.