We were catapulted across the land on his bike, and my calves were on fire. The exhaust pipe felt like a candle that sat too close to my flesh.
I didn’t let go, though. I held with as much strength as I could muster.
From Nov 11, 2008
I hear you found Jesus
At the bottom of your heart
At the bottom of your pit
At the bottom of your glass
I hear you found your peace now
Guess I heard them wrong
They meant to say your “piece now”
Armed against your sins
Don’t listen to your sins now
Read off our names from purgatory’s list
This holy list
Because [...]
