the hours drain me, the thick august limbs pullin me down,
whiskey kicking me past hope till my knees bloody from atonement upon the rough boards outside the front door.
i finally fall dizzy toward sleep but cant find peace in the face of grotesque dream steps through the rotting innards of this house. his arms dont give me comfort
and alone in the dark the deafening silence of my heart wont mute the bones cracking between the cricket chirps, the first cool nights before taking the leaves,again, time aging mercilessly.