Tame

Thinning out
It’s so clear in between serrated teeth
(devour slowly)
Passing over places you used to be covered up
(how things changed)

Does it happen once more?
Holding onto your fortune
I know that you see right through them
Calibrating old lungs
Rusting over their bodies
They expected to be into
Decided social clubs
(have less weight when they’re swinging)
I hope that they see right through you

Awoken by a new tone, tin and hollow
Buried under broken bottles
Wearing only your hide; skin and tallow
Crossed and barren
Blood runs shallow
Into the ground

Is anybody else here
(what used to be a hall)?
Pining over lawn chairs that you never used at all

Drain into the ground, drunken soil
Hope it doesn’t bleed out while they’re watching
Take it by the horns slow
Wasting moments that could
Have been so important