my breath
with words
that flew as birds in one
ear and out the other
leaving me tar and feathered
and now I’m gagged and tethered

I wasted
my days
in a haze
taken in by his lies
that stuck as flies to hanging paper
but did not taper
just swung from the trees
as a ***** breeze

I wasted
my years
weeping as the morning dew
on blades of grass
teardrop pearls that roll
building up a mountain
of snow