sinister
hasn’t gone
it shambles
on
reoccurring
withdrawing
coming, and
re-sucking
like salt's thirst
scowling over a
body tries pulling
wreckage onshore
does return hollow
what is fearful to
be loved, but this
picture is unpainted
with scars, i am the frame’s
dull occupant
hurt, pillared pillowed precipices
stay unchallenged
building upon its
featureless architecture of tearfulness
you tore right thru me
with that pigsty of a
heart that contained
nought affection
sunspots have burnt
holes, deep hollows -
deep awakening
burrows for -
dark grimacing birds
to roost and lizards to
sprawl where such
damage will not remove