Marked

[mathiasthom]

Love is not pulling on the heart strings
more like a chainsaw
ripping through layers of protection
only to leave oneself
naked and exposed
to the cold of indifference

Emotions are never what they seem
black and withered, charcoal and dust
the end crust of stale bread
meaningless conversations
all madly contained
within a steaming pressure cooker

Cancerous lesions slowly entwine
in sinewy bands of flesh unmarked
while dancing naked unaware
to post punk musings
from outstretched hands,
waiting for the kill

mathiasthom
written 3/25/21