pother

a misinterpretation of another

stupid, naive am i

to question your intentions

try to translate, deciphor

kryptic supermarket conations

like dust brushed from a jacket sleeve

my life powders to the floor

dismissed like junk mail

shoved through narrow closed door

from tiniest murmour of mine

volcanic cracks shatter

seer through ice glass

neither revear nor matter

your axe slice into me

one peice of meat for your pleasure

pounded, minced , squeezed into bag

sealed and packaged to consume at leisure

frozen solid but inside still raw

but your truth not poised to me to thaw

but a meaning to confusion such as this

surely , simply a kiss?

Author's Note

this is the first time i written something and tried to make it rhyme!