A Headspace Project, 17

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“Weeping for these haunted days,

Paralyzed and hopeless wound,

The road on which we’re doubtless bound,

I fear this is the worst.

Unraveling dear Mother’s course,

Too quickly for our own salvation,

Too slowly for their facile action,

Elected to forego.

Suffocating sweet resource,

Deprave her life and languished breath,

The ninety-eight to awful death,

Pursuits with no remorse.

Asphyxiation all the more,

The two that grip overt dominion,

Supremacy’s unjust opinion,

It’s rotted out all morals.

I weep for all these haunted days,

Cause I fear that they are numbered.”

Photos of me taken by Yung Siah Visuals.

Compositing & Editing by me.