Sad Labels:
verse
driven in like a hammered nail
through the darkness.
securing the framework
that lay under broken skin.
always this,
just realizing now;
how slow life unbuttons its blouse
and slithers loose of its pants.
the life that almost was
pooling there in
a dark red cloud,
steeped in loves aborted.
tasting like my thoughts
do now, as unquenched
they sharpen, cold and hard
the friction is against;
too human, that's the
worst i've ever been,
life spreading like a virus
under this fragile skin.
no questions now.
only answers to impale,
failing sight as sleep imparts
its tattered wisdoms.
it never had to hurt,
but for some reason
it always did.