cracked knuckle. grip.
observing
as you try
to erase
scars on
nerves on
a vibration
which was
never yours.
and i nodded
as i smiled as
i grit my teeth to-
o the sound of his
voice condescending
yet descending yet
there could not be
ever an ounce of any.
when you
throw what
no one touches
like an offer
held no matter
as you lit a
hit of just some
things out of control.