phoenix

rising up to dust any ash off my shoulders, i'm taking them all on with defenses built into my born mechanism.

you won't recognize me until the flames engulf -- and so i go because the gray suits my face and i have no other colors.

i need no brightness or hues from unnatural sun. this flaked and sered carbon from a body decimated with torture will collect in all the cracks of the sidewalk. it will ride and travel with wind. it will stain the bottom of your shoes. soon it will gather in one place and form to reform.