correction

we all know i couldn't be fixed

the words trace his mouth,

stinging as if he was a

striking cobra, with

his venomous claws

and unforgiving eyes.

    he couldn't care,

no one could.

how could they

with someone so

dysfunctional?'

    a light flickers in

the kitchen, hushed

whispers and the

thought of correction.

not even i could save myself

from the inevitable tragedy.