blindfold fashion

how dazzling the stretch of twine
i’ve braided tight around my eyes
how haute couture the shade of red
i clot around the knots
my nakedness is nothingness
my song a silly squawk
how righteous and ridiculous
my gold embroidered robes
armed with tongue and dagger
but the latter softer probe

Things are sometimes exactly as they seem

Things are sometimes exactly as they seem

Things are sometimes exactly as they seem

i would tear my mouth to cry
but my throat wound spills the scream

and
scene