it speaks for itself

i await invitation
to unwrap these wounds
so carefully chosen
permission to remove

and my mind screams itself
to a foolish mouth
finding every door closed
and to watch them all fall

the vice itself holds no victory
it offers no souvenirs
watching clocks that never move
the hours have no sympathy

you'll watch the willow branch
it mocks you as you are

until we find no more
old uses for new faces
we'll cast this die between us