Stigma Fighters: Renae Williams
Chest holds grenades pulled of their pin Daddooms counting down those ticks from within Strokes falling short of a meaningful measure Beats that retreat, as aching’s trump pleasure Oh how chambers chime in a pitch out of tune Rhythms depicting a heart now in ruin Daddooms void of lust, rings stripped of luck A life that’s no must, screams a “who gives