Written by Jacob Ibrag
Thirsty, I liquor up before a battle with a
crowd. Roaring obscenities, making nostalgic love with
themselves. And after they finish, they’ll wipe their mouths. Vocals
shattered and bodies worn out. I’m found climbing a mountain, knee high
in snow. Not wearing a jacket and yet I’m warm to the bone. Should be quiet
in a place like this. Inner revelation and a courting of pieces. Inner voices
ignoring the cliches. The rise and its eventually. Here, everywhere.
Photo by Rodolfo Sanches Carvalho
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