tired with talking
he tries using sign language.
but the blood won’t bleed.
fire
manic kin
a stab in the dark
finds its mark behind curtains.
bleeding mannequins.
clown face
it’s all up in flames.
the world a burning cinder.
the clowns are laughing.
fighting words
so much left unsaid
in the pauses and deep breaths.
your eyes fight with me.
caeli lung
the air is thicker
than slippery blue water.
but too thin for lungs.
blowhard
the air thick as fog.
oppressive like your manner.
blow hard you windbag.