UNDER sheets we shade horror
within skin we feel no repent
inside skulls we are liars
below are broken feet
walking streets weeping
saying, “i’m through it all,
cause i don’t need your tears.”

In the end we look inside a
mirror that tells us lies
so we suffer as god’s children
like gutter’s institutions
so we shut our eyes and pray
“Just save the ones whose
hearts are pure.”
A drink for the horror
and cheers for the apologetic
society who never cried a tear
— but set us aside.

Just save…Just Save…
Just save all the little children
and tell nursery rhymes.

:: 08.17.2022 ::