There is a black place inside me. It can be reached and perhaps it can consume. But it is not a hive. The black place inside me is mine. I found that it could be filled of architecture and light, water and ancestor, o, things that make me bow-to.
“It’s certain things you can only learn from a fistfight
I used to use a toothbrush to keep my kicks white
It mattered that much
In hindsight, it seemed like someone else’s life”