Glass nails. Shiny, breakable.
Overfilled garbage bin, attainable
Dizziness of mind.
Knead the dough, sculpt the effigies.
Bake in internalized warmth
Danger sign. A zigzag, a line.
Walls painted with windows.
No supporting rungs underneath your
Engage your glands, anticipate the blows
Of tangled obscurities
Your minutes, your eyes, your last
Grasp of steady flame, before it is turned
Cleaning soap. Fresh lime flavor.
Rub subversive delicacy in your pores.
Jammed greasy handle, a cry’s odor.
All you need, a tug.
To creep the stampede, the flaws.
Pulverize the slug
Beneath brutal boots
As to deny the leakage
Of pallid, spiteful moods.