Heaving, whirling

The soul astir

Oscillating thoughts and broken voice

Shattering as if it were

A porcelain vessel hammered by choice


Assaulting, crippling

The battery of silence

Kindling pleas and bloodshot eyes

Fluttering to dispense

A trickle of pain serenading cries


Gripping, asphyxiating

The stigma of a last breath

Thieving hearts and tearing holes

Gaping and bereft

A ménage’s pocket robbed of kindred souls