Day 14 (I ate bad meat)

Patron saint stain on flesh's confused canvas will you save me more over will you betray me? And how is it I can trust what I lust after? The patient waiting for blades slick and baiting shimmer and shine is it mine all mine? Can you stab slow into my soft putty? Slice section and segment this fast enigma.

Fear the helping hand and welcome the slow burn.

We dangle on this fine silk woven from some simple worm and we dine on the unfertilized with every wake and rise. 

In the dark water drains from our collective eye, slow slide down curved porous place it navigates to the unknown while we search for false comfort purchasing plastic smiles at the nearest chain proclaiming local support its chic to care so pay the price live the life no paper or plastic but simple cloth ad expression of our sprint to and from depression.

Suns quick glint on steamed windows tint the glimmer of hope in a fog of nothing much weighing down and bending brittle bone to new shapes and contingencies the snap crackle pop rings through broken and clogged drums beating for futures past tense nostalgia for what was never really there.

Tie yellow ribbon tight around swollen and exposed throat crush larynx and asphyxiate. 

Manifest Destiny