the seeds of us

 

there is murder on
the lips of the day

there is a sinister
plan by the clocks
to take over time

there is something
cheap and defective
in the smiles of people

there is a rose garden
in some backyard
that hides bones and
sorrow

there are worst case
scenarios for every
happy ending

there are worms
gathering at the
buffet

and I can no
longer tell the
difference
between my
own breath
and the lathered
night

excruciating...

excruciating...

excruciating