When I bound, leap, lift, fly–
–for a moment, escaping the hold Mother Earth has on my leather boots–
–I imagine myself an angel, even as I come down, blade at the ready, to end your life, and take what little you had in your pockets.
Ferocity
When I bound, leap, lift, fly–
–for a moment, escaping the hold Mother Earth has on my leather boots–
–I imagine myself an angel, even as I come down, blade at the ready, to end your life, and take what little you had in your pockets.
Angel, meet devil.