Escape

Because I write sometimes.

" The Thumb "
Silence hits even inside the tribe,
Away from kith, I chose the divide.
Living it, owning it, Icarus in stride,
Chasing burn just to feel alive.
I don't serve. I'm Pollex, the crown.
Closest to the sun, head too far up, down.
Wrong train clanked, perception slammed,
Even a thumb ain't shit without the hand !