Premeditating S’word’smith

Marching orders..

Scared eyes.
They rule the world.
Blended voices
hide the truth
under felt-tip marker lines
honesty blacked out by progress--
by fear.

Shells waking
walking with hollowed eyes
and slack jawed faces.
In broad daylight
women and children topple
a deck of cards
all hearts.

All hearts and minds
and dreams and life
gone are pieces of humanity.
Tossed, discarded, forgotten
ashes to ashes
dust to dust.

And here I sit fussing over spilled milk
and a runny nose.
Here we vainly yearn for eternal summers
while screams of innocence
pull at eye sockets, hands
with frostbitten fingers.

Frostbitten fingers
the human touch, void of circulation.
They are torn, cut off
unwanted appendages
afterthoughts after one-night stands.

But what do I know, I'm just a girl reaching for a tissue
hoping I'll make it through this "terrible inconvenience."

Life is much simpler when I only care about myself.
Complications are....too complicated.

Don't you---"think"?!