reminiscent of a sea-do.

i am strung out on grace.
the smoke lingers.

can you tell me why this shame bites at my heels?
my silhouette is chased by a nameless grief.
send sweet freedom rain to my eyelids;

let me feel it on my lips.

i am strung out on grace.

the smoke lingers.

.

these divine words fall on my hands like white powder,

like a liquid to refresh my veins.

tangible, if only to my heart alone;

open your jaws.

if this is security, i am unshakeable.

if this is wisdom, i am undeniable.

if this is hope, i am free.

.

"& you will sing on the skin of those you ink, on their unsung skin."

.

i am strung out on grace.

the smoke lingers.