The Title is a Work in Progress

Go ahead

Torch my skin with your words,

incendiary sparks racing to set my soul on flames

Excavate my past, scurry lustily for words spoken or silenced

Shred them, scatter into lines feebly ringed with a truth

your vulpine eyes wish to see.

Watch me fall, eyes swollen with tears, face ashen

Celebrate your satisfaction

Fleeting but fiendish

While I tape together words reeking of apologies,

wearily step down the rungs of a precarious ladder, or

plummet down chasms never-ending.

 

Scour the web for flashes of me in undress

Woefully blind and vulnerable

for which lessons lie await in imminence.

 

Go ahead

Follow me, tasked voyeurs with your glass lenses

fill your coffers and vapid booklets

with intimate slivers of my life

and flesh.

Sing paeans to my threads

to gloss over your wily sniggers

over my blemishes myriad shades less dark

than your schemes.