loose porcelain lips
evoke bruised exteriors
swift kicks expose
faulty construction,
inferior by design,
like fibers once entwined
now losing petals and
wilting
cold hands survey
grey landscapes where
mans handshakes are
the scales of justice.
damnation is brewed
adjacent to where trust
is, complacent breaths
continue to underachieve
you’re the rain,
or the clouds that
freed it, or soft
puddles reverberating
still