Bust past limit.

The city bet me,
The dirt,
Air, colours,
Broken people.

Got twenty
p. Out,
clever and evil

foot dragging scarred
man, with the
eyes of holes.

Dread with an
Edgeof insan-
Drug-ity.

Pushing me, and
Needing to watch
But…

Forced in action,
blankeddy blank my…
And the step back

Butterfly pushes it’s way through,
Sticky shell,
First fore and head,
then still pale
wings stretch, and flex with colour,

free now, and alive.

Free now.