25 Oct 2016

You, Sellout.



do you feel it?

the rusty taste of betrayal
jagged-edged, blood-red
desperation. coloring skin like 
maggots on garbage. 
chest heaving, nerves splitting
at the ends
gag reflex, lines blurred
conversations revisited, 
meanings interrogated 
ghosted without reason.
no, wor(l)d of reason.
mistrust. flowing through
arteries, like diluted poison
scalding memories, scorching laughter
until the flame peters, the clock turns 
Life travels forward, but
embers smolder
yellowed love. decayed,
rotting away. but glowering
nonetheless.

do you feel it?