Drowning in Puddles

the circles sold her. in gracious trembles and ugly rooks. the game constructed of flesh and panic. the world louder than it's ever been. the choices silent.

uneven steps drew the foundation. eager con men manipulated the cracks.

we're not friends. we never were. we're soldiers. we're corpses. in a war that someone else will ultimately win.

we don't love. we never did. we crave. we hunger. a nourishment that doesn't exist.

the corners beat their drums. Pinocchio measures his nose. truth is an enemy of happiness.