Hybrid of questions, genetically grown monster answers
Are you my suicide prevention?
the root of hates intention?
my palette has grown numb at which you stare.
strings broke for the 3rd time this week.
I use to feel it when my knees were weak.
I'm standing in your way again;
in our broken bedroom at mattress end.
in your kitchen,
with your death sharp knives
spices shaking up our lives.
I'll carry myself back to work where I can bare.
Vertical pennies sitting,
choo choo train wheels spinning,
on a cog,
I'm a cog
on the very verge of combustion.
rust your distaste of my actions
in our drama films closed caption.
overwhelming fear in our finest hour
when we fuck I take away your power.
I am only half a husband
maybe one-third in the end.
crumpled foil package wrapper
i'm the smudge of chocolate in the corner of your mouth.