Your lust for life,
became evaluated to a placid sigh
while the hollow father figure

trips on a promise
and vanished to a commonplace

hello

Was this where your journey began?

Haltered bones in skin

quivering against the flesh

wide canvas that unraveled to 
just a piece of thread

spun colours 
leaking into pavements

that swallowed the beauty whole

like ****** woman with teeth between their thighs

who used their weapons to disguise 

the strength of a man 
compressing blood to inches

his appendix 
standing 
proud

weakened by the wringing of moisture
Winding up people like 
puppets caught in string

We use the tools to better 
ourselves but we’ve become so mean