They gather at the

watering hole peaceably 

both hunter and prey  

In the harsh daylight 

the fractures can't be hidden

by beauty filters 

True artists convert

pain into paint, affliction 

into the sublime 

Armor up to face 

the world but gird yourself not 

in steel but in silk 

Kill your masters and 

smash your idols but always

stay true to yourself 

Your so-called struggles, 

she said from her dying land,

are mere nuisances 

The window, so long 

closed, wasn't an aperture 

but a barricade