Dieway

soaked hands in Gasoline pouring rage of kingdom rein. Mother graffiti hangs her picture frame, shotguns hang in her doorway. crawling backward,crying at anything that moves, I discover that garbage cans listen. rewind rewind rewind!!! hearts are lean on wheelchair island. the only man is the man who carries the bag. slow stretchable strides behind the wind and rain. wheels begin to spin at the luck of holding.