There were whifts of smoke that caught the breeze trying desperately to stick to cauterized lungs
A lanky lad strolled by as the minute fragments of phlegm projected in his direction
Daring the tender hand of his mother within earshot of such a spectacle

Ignorant selfish chump” she whaled.
“Your spit almost landed on my son!”
Chiming in the Man replied...”tis but a shame the lad has his mommy so close by.”
“Battles will always surface and victims will always die”
I cannot be the MAN that whispers
I cannot be the ONE that lies
The wolves will howl and night will dim
Welcome the uneasiness underneath the skin
So soon will it force out your sheltered fears
A whimper to be cast from many tears
A shutter will shake you from deep within
and mommy will be gone for you
to deal with someone else’s SIN.