WHET (November 17, 2018)

[maggot]

Early morning coffee tears
Letting my mind
Find it's hands and feet
To crawl across these fears

We met under the harshest circumstances
Darkened dances harken us into
Uncomfortable silent glances
It's unbearable but completely wearable
We ripped the remaining pieces apart
Now it's new and improved and shareable.

I think I signaled my intention
But the message got lost
In the prescription
Now I'm best at being the beaten victim
Crushed under the weight of your self described virtue
Your children's souls have grown cold
And frozen over
They hate you and haunt you
While fate awaits and taunts you.