day old fish smells better than the roses you left on my doorstepand when you shift your weight from one foot to anotherI know you are lyinganyway, lo..
that beating bleeding messthumpsand skips a beatmaddening cadenceinterminable ticktickticklike a watchlosing timeor a flowerlosing petalsbut I do not ..
you say I am beautifuland I hate youperverse and twisted half truths rolling off your forked tongueI see you for what you areI see what you seea delug..
this old housecreaks and groansand settles in the darkcobwebs and terrorhide in closets and under the bedlies lived herebut tonightthey are evictedgas..
shards of something like a soulshatter at my feetwho I wasand what I amperched precariously on nothinggunpowder and perfumehang on my every wordtomorr..