Open Graves Sad Poem

 we argued with the machine. shy antagonists.

corrupt with more entrances than exits.

the distance emptied its pockets.

paper villains and adamant charlatans.

the slope of when confessed in a frenzy of conceit.

the charisma of touch a sour triumph. 

expired choices. hungry cages with broken locks. 

we bargained with gravity.

as the edge devoured our final steps. 

earnest skeletons.

quietly discarding our remaining skins.