Jen Juice

I think about Dad and how I got martyrdom in the DNA

My Mon… a sociopath.

My Dad.. a martyr.

But don’t they feed each other?

I guess without feeding it …it starves to death and we define.. 

Our new way…in lieu of flowers,

Kindly fuck off I say…(to the programming of centuries).

To be the rock/evolvement of the lineages is the highest form of love. ️

Trust that. 

I say.

This entry was posted on October 9, 2020 at 6:40 PM and is filed under Jencerpts.. with tags atomic, black and white, dark matter, darkness, feeling, Poetry, sacrifice. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.