Veins

[Hannah Capps]

A vain map to my heart-pitiless was its start.

My Locked teeth grind and tangle my bloodshot spine.

Words escape like billowing smoke-bound about a painful moat.

 

[Hannah Capps]

Mod note:

This poem was merged into this thread. It is entitled “Shellshock Commander (Are you OK?)”

Lines of heart strings bite my ears, fading shouts of yesteryear’s.

Nonreactive echo, disfigured looking bellow.

Gaze don’t fuss observe, dim crown now well deserved.

Souls at one case spoke, Nowadays an exit choke.