1 min
Hard fast, rapid relief of rather intense emotions. Gutteral
The throat is crying
Tight. Tight as can be.
It only wants to be loose
Or it'll wind up tighter
Tightened by a noose
With a chair slipping under
In a crowded restaurant
With waiters, waitresses, shocked
Glass shatters with life experiences
The cheap crystal singing
Worthless without a throat
Caught in a witch hunt
Gazeless stare returned
Strangers walking, friends walking
Day to day lives finished for a weekend
Intoxicated
Incarcerated in bodies
Let slip the dogs of war
In their mouths, rumours true and not
Are bred like prostitutes
Tiny, tiny fetus, again
Strangled by its junkie noose
Funnily enough that's all I want
Nourishment from someone who
Doesn't know that
They love me