Friend of the Court
There are spaces above the doors.
Round tables set for four.
How can I be an influence whenever you're freed?
He stares at the kids, and he stares back at me.
Hiding under coats on the bus. Zipper wheel around.
The light filters pink through the clouds.
A blockade of the soul. Ten years old.
Sister, I know to make it stay.
Let a release of paper, but make the pain go away.
A knife to the jaw. Weapons in the cellar.
Condescending teeth. I know a hundred ways to die.
You're sore. Knight the child. Grace.
Mail the gender back to the king. Kistestver.
Writer/s: RORIK ABRAM BROOKS
