Anonymous asked: how big yo dik, Symba?
24 inches
she’s running out of reason, she’s running out of rhyme
the cadence began to break
her voice fluttered
like moths in her mouth
and she imagined no future
the time for sense has passed
like cars under an overpass
where gardens once grew
but time fell short
she grew up with destruction
falling around her and life
struggling for continuity
but the time for dreams has gone
the time for us has gone.
