metal thin

spill blindly
low mist, unto me
hands in dirt, callous filled, soft crease wrist to arm

petal soft eyes and tremor held, quietly still
tell me soft cool breeze
i am good enough

fell fall falling still
down to knees
words on my shoulder
spot light to peer, eyes to ponder

cradling last death
nailing a frame, discord
held to a wall with metal thin wire
crooked, hatched and shell-less
it wadles away unbalanced, ridiculous

caustic banter
create a fine and throttling experience
choaking to resist the most beautiful things

my picture, i'm so proud