Traces of war in his voice
Sweet sounds of surrender resonate from a single-sided choice.
Punish me for the grace I have to give
Posing inside of a memory I’ll never fully live.
I’ve been here before
Battles waged from the business end of a trapdoor.
A survival blueprint
Carved withshattered bone in trick cement.
Campaigning for consistency.
Heartache presents as a symptom ofinsurgency.
Disavowing his brave reasons for fear of giving in to afraid.
Punctured by his villainy.
and how it testifies against me.
I’ll never forget his wounds.
Developing their negatives in permanently dark rooms.
Good luck dues.
Bad break blues.
Poem born from: the back and forth of a nothing/something fight.