Watch Me
Life is a bitch, they say
and then we die.
No.
I am not the thing that breaks for it.
I will look you in the eye
as you drip sweet with rot.
I will not move when you demand it.
Let me rage.
Let me pace.
Let me stew in it.
I will work until my eyes tire
for something that is mine.
Life is a bitch,
but I will make it mine.
I will collect the tears.
Then I live.
No answers here.
Just breath and ink.
Only always.
With love,
Sutton
Yes, take it by the horns and ride it to the sun set.