Exacerbated

A Poem

Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

Flesh lines heavy
blood pulls the new scars down
finds costumes in the dust
sagging eyelids and twisted noses
not enough of a spark
to light up the curtain
or turn tail in the moonlight
race down the blackened grass
gulping rainwater as you go
The drawing out
of heavy fixtures
remains of a mental estate
and left for the burn pile
found grey by sunrise
and worth less by the minute
statues come out to stare
no one delivers a eulogy…