Dusty Light Switches

 time presses on the glass. furtive strays tally the colors in their grief. 

plastic torsos struggle with their limbs. a checkboard of flesh with no moves left. 

the ladder shudders. as we clamber up its rungs.

chewing on a ceiling that's constantly smothering us. 

play the cages. as we stumble over our claws. more adjective than organic. 

chase the exit. clay arms fumbling with rusted locks. sold into an apothecary of skin. 

the world is a simple equation full of complex numbers.  

our breath blurs our vision. as we look inside the palace. 

change is loud. truth is deaf. 

we turn the words inside out. just to see how much blood there is.