saro
a poem by saro

cadence calling

cadence calling on her only friend
to tap the phones in westeros
i'm glad i liked my daughter most
cavalier and comatose
making shapes with body parts
we can turn this world to dust
only us
trust me not to let you fall
a broken collar bone at best
but this won't be the day your last
father's falling off the tracks
primaloo and geraldine
pensicola grenadine
ice your wounds and get ready
war is here no time to leave
war is here to teach them all
that greed will lead to
x saro