Pulling out white teeth, between hopeless sighs
in the unblinking gaze of the dead ox’s eye

The last man standing keeps breaking your heart
cue a new victim picked for the perpetual task

That old cliche
bonded to you
the loneliness
it eats at you

You and your
acidic romances

Interwoven memories, a veil for fear
only the bravest of moonbeams stay here

Inaudible whispers keep risking their lives
down the path strewn with clouds, that obscure and disguise.