I'm battling a dead horse
Carrying steps like a wet noodle.
Slipping past on metal spikes
wounded and blood gargled.

Jumping on hurdles of fire
whispering a silent prayer,
Carrying a bag of hopeful beans,
Forced blinded on constraints aside.

As you slide ferociously without worries
without a natural glide and momentum,
your eyes tucked to my skinny soul
melting mine, through your serum

Hear the roar of butterflies,
dwelling on your stuffed stomach.
stinging on the walls of your intestine
As you give scissors to my rock.

As you shower me with humble options,
you've opt to show me your parts,
As I'm waiting for your affirmation
with your ******* people and placards