When did he stop roaring? And why.
The way he opens up claws stream from his tongue and lift me onto a higher cloud. A fortress in the tone of
anthems and access.
Give him back the way he holds up the universe with a rumble, throat tumble, vocal mumble, where did mine go?
If it gets too loud in this cafeteria we’ll hold up a sign and shackle closed your chords, and if you even let out a hiss of a whis
per, we’ll drag you outside the crowd to your own separate table. We’ll take your voice and your name and your squad and you’ll punch your own head repeatedly because we said “shame” and you didn’t
know any better.