What You See is not What You Get
Asphalt impressed cracks upon my body
Peace on the horizon was replaced
And coated in expectations
Of life relaxing in my hand.
But the pulsing in the air hardened
Forming the regular beat to strained breath
Confirms my discovery
This is not a dream.
The nod of a head
The smack of pavement
Creating fissures in my flesh
This is my reality.
Cover could not be taken.
Emotionless, I am spinning
In a vortex of voiceless venom.