The awkward way
You smile at me
I capture your laugh
Within
My fist
And when it bleeds
The nervous skitter of rubber eyes
The champions mask
A starlets cry
And as the wolves they circle still
I eat the flesh
A maggots meal
Biscuits
We crumble
To the acid
In the rum of glass
I only want the rope to burn
To mark your
Colours
And your stern
Brittle the form
A sculptures way
And scribble the exit
In our play
