hap
i’m sorry but i (sozzers)
there ain’t nothin but round here
the slow dull thud
of heart upon heart
gently torn apart
that heart is mine.
you put the colour in my eyes,
i smile at shreds of flesh
left unguarded &unafraid
like any living being
spat on
guttered
real.
(‘happiness’ is 3 letters
&far too unpunctual
to be worth our while-
your nails will be ripping at my skin
your mouth will be torn apart
&your every clenched muscle will scream
hate£//////
you’re still here
&i dream