spittle

my words fall in spittle only to evaporate in the heat

with drooping saddened glances I make friends to the wall

here before me stands this statued cherub

pale like porcelain and sweetened like candy

each day i crawl here

over the treachery of disbelief and the mortar fire of slander

to rest my head on her plinth

rock pillows always beat nighttime stumbles

each day I etch my words to immortalize in epigraph my heartache

each day though

moss rears it's frenzied will and cloaks the weak words

for days I've come here naked with nothing to hide

to only be shooed away by those annoying vultures of whispering jealousy

and each day they peck at my once strong will

but now I'm feeling the strain

and as comfortable as the mud bed I've dug

I need to make sure I can keep my eyes to make it home

I sound so tough

don't I

with a broken heart