in unison
teeth flare, faltering.
a fake funeral.
chalk clown juggling
fearful fjords,
weilding human knives.
knives.
draw, motherfucker,
and soon know fate
This leaves me aching in its briefness. It is a cutting fragment. I want to be cut deeper or else not at all.
there is deeper to be cut, but this is all i can afford at this moment
sorry to disapoint 