the curse of the heartIt's hands warped threateninglyMore Like This
lacing breaths with venom
shortening the air supply
It's when pretending is no longer enough
the scrapes and bruises tattooing the heart slow the beats
Bumpbumpbump bump bump
It's the loss of will
cuddling in the crooks of elbows
cold pillows chastising the spine's equilibrium
It's clattering raindrops on a tin roof
mirroring the leaky faucet
staring back at the glass's reflection.
It's the empty hum of a musky darkness
draping around the soul
capturing the last of belief.
It's a poisonous smog