The Fight Mandate

Badass coward, here.


If one must be an oxymoron, it’s kind of cool being this one.

I mean, I may be all tied up in ridiculous limits my mind is constantly vomiting out, but I do not rest gently in my restraints.


I spit and scrap.

I shiv and shank.

I’d riot, if I could ever figure out how.

And while most days end with me bloody and exhausted in my limits, there are some brilliant days when I kiss freedom and giggle.

Bottom line: Fight, and kiss often.

Until tomorrow…


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