Calosha Gomes

The big sigh and
the relief soon after
we all know what comes after that.

Time to run,
not me, who ever is around me.
Because I am about to let loose ammunition of my Brain in silence and
abandoning what was inflicted upon me by myself and others.

My smile and silence are both deadly,
both addictive to whoever does run into me.
Trap?, more like a drug.
Better get to shelter before
everything explodes.

I duck down before everything shines so bright, and
everything gets nuclear.

Sounds better than what actually happens. This process took minimum
four years now, happens over night.

I am standing on the ground I was sent on, you better have a good reason for taking what was given by the Sants.