Curses
Buttery words
your verses
hidden behind dark lines that drip from your lips
Rabid fox
scared puppy
to scared  to share how he feels
out on the front line
hidden behind the washing machine
Trying to act as if I can't see him
Trying to act as if he is a brick wall
But, you my dear, are just sand
sand that warps and crumbles in my hands
and falls on my toes
You're perfect
You're a mess
Held together by cigarettes and whiskey
Scream on, my perfect storm
Until the rain stops and there is yellow on the horizon