We are born in September. We are children of autumn, daughters of the wildest storms, sons of the ancient equinox. Change does not come for us. We bring it upon the world.
Tag: storm
I am a storm in skin and flesh
The world’s an echo in my steps
And with the roar in my heart’s beat
I’ll burn your bones and make you bleed
I vent my anger through words.
Moami 