A vein of cowardice makes me laugh.
Your livid eyes peel back
And the flux of orbit terrifies.
The world swings focus onto that
Twelve year old with no trousers and a padded bra.
I see the perspective grind into you
As the lava hardens
Life becomes the dregs of
A bad Merlot.
Freakish tendencies swivel you
As air becomes the dish of the day
And a skin removal heals your heart.
Just because you've bought
A pair of jogging shoes
Doesn't mean you're generic.
Squealing only makes it filthier
A horror to watch. You try to explain, but
You swallowed a cat's voice
And now can only meow.