Sounds like a cadence call while traveling through the forest of concrete. How we can get lost so easily even when we know where we are. Our heads are balloons, they break free sometimes.
Tight rhymes within this little gem. Great read, Bat.

Powerful and unforgettable! I truly adore this. One of my ultimate favorites of your works, HJ. This imagery within your exposition enters my mind from time to time and I must re-read this masterwork. Thank you very much.

Sincerest Regards, Kirby X

Kirby, you make my life worth writing! Thank you so much for your endless support and encouragement – don’t forget to call in and check out my sensational new audiovisual website – lots of the tales are free, the others are just £1, and the state-of-the-art didit face recognition technology for age verification makes access to my sexiest audios and horniest character pics a piece of cake – provided you’re visibly over 18! Take Care, Harriet-Jacqui xx