6/4/21
I see her in the shadows of unrest
toying with the less fortunate as that is what she does best
in the atmosphere of those under the influence
creating spheres and auras of pure dissonance, just like a musician who is lost and tense
or in the vicinity of prime-time crime
maybe advising to disappear like Whodini and vanish without clues or signs
on the shoulders like a conscience of those who are violent
instructing the mindless, and providing guidance until sirens emerge and assess her designs
in what lives without life, I watch her appear
praying to the heavens, she doesn\'t become what haunts in my mirror
and as she draws near, the picture turns clearer that her role is to wreck
because like that I see her, in the shadows of unrest.