• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 07


The pressure builds
my brain scatters like a stepped on worm over a scorched side block
The To Do list lengthens
I need a break
My art
My sacred time
When I can be my truest self
pure form like acrylic paint
splash. the wall is hit
a rush of endorphins
more and more
a splatter here and there
screw my helicopter parents
my room my space
the outside world isn't welcome here