I wanted you to
stand by me. Instead you just
stood by while I cried.
I gnaw on gravel
Granite grinds my heart to bits
I spit out my truth
Somebody heal me.
Somebody save my burnt soul.
All wounds appear now.
So we toil away.
In our vortex of meaning.
Living broken songs.
Immobilized hurt;
bronze flecks sculpt life within a
black & white portrait
Palpable silence —
how frenzied skin retracts, wails
shirk against the strike