Curled lips into a smile.
A dying rictus grin.
Curled into a ball,
the fetal position.
Those poisoned, dagger eyes,
that twisted, lizard tongue.
Deception’s not a lie,
when it comes from love.
The fist that strikes
is only one
weapon they use to make you.
Every time you speak,
a slaughter of corrections
pile upon to break you.
Time your eyes and mind.
Duration’s just there to erase you.
You gave it all away,
all the days
that made you.
That jagged arm embrace.
Thoughtful knives cutting deeper.
Trust is corruptible.
They smoke they tell you
makes it cleared.
The hands caress the skin,
draw you in,
just to ensnare you.
Stand against the wind,
try to win,
I fucking dare you.
Eyes
Wide
Pupils fully dilated.
Pleasure
Pain
Why waste another movement?
Dive
in it.
Live
in it
Die
in it.
There’s no time left
to pick a side.
If you don’t know by now;
you’re on the losing one.
HG – 2018
