Last time I trusted someone,
I ended up being an animal head
on their collection wall.

a victim to their survival
renamed “trophy”


- a.r. Camm

Everyone watches my mess,
Seeing as I continue to confess,
To the times that I committed crimes,
Crimes that hurt as I wrote these rhymes.

And so.
In a process of elimination,
From head to toes,
I found that my conscience was guilty,
A list is cannot write but only feel,
What if I said I wasn't sorry,
For once.

Everyone watches my mess,
Seeing as I continue to confess,
To the times that I committed crimes,
Crimes that hurt as I wrote these rhymes.

Frosty winter pond
Water glass obscured by snow
Fish dance in private

the loneliness doesn't bother me quite as much
as being alone w i t h you does.