The Expenditures of Touch

 we're wolves. and time's house is made of straw. 

the fairy tale stiffens its knees as the ground grows softer. 

the truth comes and goes. a faulty bulb in the ugly corners of our lives. 

we're borrowers. making payments on debts that can never be resolved. 

we're villains with a lifetime of crimes still to commit. 

peddlers of trust in a world full of lies. 

we tick off all the names. stealing the pencils from the monsters' hands. 

we're spiders. asleep in our webs. as our prey comes to us.