Onward and upward

A production of a recent breakup and some hip hop influences

I've moved on
ward and up
ward with my words
To new wards
in this prism
this prison
this price,
on a witches broom
which brooms sweep
not mine or mines
they explode
my ex loathes me
and all I do
is play with words
and their parts
while you play with strangers
and theirs
to forget me
or for getting revenge
either way
the other day
we spoke
in a dream I had