you should have set your eyes to the ground
her words melt like poetry in my mouth
dripping, haunting
dark literary chocolate
speak

thin words woven like thread
into a tattered cloth
easily breakable
I watch things burn
between the beating of heart drums
sour contradiction
hidden deep in lost eyes
and old folks

redemption
there are 2 ways to be honest
silence has been the best
we all remember
bad crime