Mad Frustrated
You were throwing up your teeth.
I could hear you sweat as you walked past me.
All through the house, we kept our hands tied inside of our mouths.
You could stay on the sill if you couldn't sit still.
You were a no show.
While the wolves are away do the woods stay the same?
I guess I'll spend my whole life staring down this fence, a simple plea for rest.
You'll stay an addict with a knack for crying, "Self defense!"
A small sunset.