The Last Become now the unwitting trigger, the convenient symbol of a trauma in which you had no part Become now the beaten dog at the mercy of validation's cruel hand; dodging kicks, starving for love Become now the bitter taste that floods the mouth at the mention of a name Become now the last of your kind, screaming into the nothingness You're better when you're burning -Brandon White
It’s been too long, friends. I hope you enjoy this new piece. More on book #3 coming soon!
-BW
Brandon White 