Body
my insides are disturbed
the warble of the quiver
in passing i am mute
within i am a shiver
unfurled i am a block
a writers own remorse
a drug to help me pass
the beating of a horse
ghost or am i muted
the grey is fuzzed and wide
its bruises leak that ocean green
just hiding whats inside
darkness eats the boat
the water was a friend
but now it seems to run amok
its arms part wide to end
escape? a laugh, im gone
no evil leaves a trace
and as im bloated lying there
expectation takes its place
a body on the shore
my teeth did not survive
you had hoped for so much yet you find
i never was alive