Trampled stem, torn roots, beautiful flower
At least for a little while
It just doesn't know better
Swollen lips sputter and hum around a petrified kernel of truth
This violently cracked cup is an insult to the wine inside
It fills in a flash; empties just as quickly
Layers of oily armor keep everything safe from those who want a bite
There just isn't enough to go around
I let go of your hand, but that's OK
I was only holding onto your middle finger anyway
