jacobmann

Teeth on the pavement your disfigured apology forming a wet note on the sidewalk blood flowers bloom spelling your doom painting a canvas of crunch spilling crimson relief a blood churned message the broken note letting your snapped jaw     --and limp gnaw do all the talking mangled jowls and ribbons of gums and debris shredded confetti of a petty excuse of a chafe you call a face limp under my shoe count teeth upon the concrete face plant the fact it's over taste the act of my fight back I almost miss your frightful squirming the futile thrashings of a lost cause a cry in the void the wasted worry sinking