camera flashes
you shook my pains
rattled my nails
and you just keep pouring
sweat

stop complaining
might get noticed
heavy on the wild stampede
but this whining
it has to go
under the hooves

and I know it's lonely
stuck under rain proof coats
static      
but why allow
the creation of looking glass
separate path's and
sink holes?

pitchfork the potholes
I know you are trembling
better to let it spill
better to let it
spill

deep breathing
the clouds will soon clear
and
move on