Always a catch before the deluge,
a notch high in the throat. Always
another head popping up at the
shooting gallery, another round
nestled in the barrel. There is some
predictability to this life, and only
a few likely ways for us to die. My
poetry no longer surprises me, so
I stopped calling it poetry and let
it take me by the hand. Bring me
down those unmarked alleys, you
unnamed, savage things! Handle
me roughly! Do not let me go
easy, drag the bitch out of me
and spit him into the pavement.
I want to see that motherfucker
glisten in the grimy moonlight,
the sheer shimmer of his smile
all cobblestone and patchwork.
If I call out my own weakness
will it follow me like a dog or
run free into the night like a
freed long-chained hound?
I want to see it disappear,
but I am inking my arms.
I am dipping my body in.

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.