Free Write Tonight

 I believe. 

I believe in this story, this vibe, this attitude. I believe I am capable of writing this. I've got a glass of something strong next to me, I'm going to write and write and write. And you can't control the words I say.

Baby, baby, baby, let me touch your face and whisper something sweet, sweet, sweet.

I see'em. The twisted branches overhead, something I've never seen but I see it now. Laying over a carpet of moss. Smells so sweet, but smells rotten too. We don't have to say everything perfectly word, we gotta just grab, grab, grab, whatever it is we are reaching for you.

And if we've got to push her to the edge. Kill everyone she loves. Then, we gotta do it, white knuckle, take it all the way, kiss and tell and tell and kiss, and touch and know. Take no prisoners. This is the vibe, this is the story, this is the attitude.

Ain't gotta be perfect.

We just gotta know ourselves. This is a free write, take no prisoners, feel it. I like it when a woman sings about death and violence and blood because she's known those things all her life anyway, we just don't talk about it.

We just don't talk about it. We just don't talk about it. We just don't talk about it.

We're supposed to be good and kind and sweet, but there are times when we need to be ruthless and wise and cunning, we gotta be courageous and loud and unafraid to be dismissed by men. 

Because damn, if we scream loud enough, will they hear?

Will they hear?

Will they hear?

Can anyone hear me?

So let's push her to the edge, see what she's made of.

it's okay,

jj