Pulmonary Artery

Some friends of mine

 We watch in silence
As Honesty kicks away his stool,
He doesn’t need a hangman,
Just a rope and a broken promise.
We lied that we would miss him-
As he drowned in her ocean eyes 
Wrapped up in her open heart,
Her open legs-
And Love is in the corner,
Burning holes into his skin
Watching the smoke brush up against
His broken neck,
His swollen eyes,
Her fingers wrapped around his wrist.