Sad Poems: The Cost

tabulate the wager. the numbers wear us. 

all the debts this skin has accumulated. 

warm beds and cruel dismissals. 

open sores and soft caresses 

the cost ours to calculate.  

wear the cold. like a tattered blanket.

shiver through the rages of consent. 

time chews softly on the glass.

as we count the raindrops. 

the world is raw.

all scabs and broken skin.

we stutter.

as all our words betray us.