We all question what hot blood would feel like
Running down our necks
Rusty stains shaped like an arched back spine
a lower case n all for nothing
taking the skull in your hand like a poison apple
watching as time speeds by
as history repeats itself
catching wind in fish nets
and lighting them on fire
to mimic that dead body trapped in the back of a truck scent
that plastic kind of I love you
wrapped up three times.