hands in collusion with one another
trading theory and spreading
sweetly lacquered lies in finger smears
these plain white walls.
a synchronous flatline
the last scenes of a fading dream
always choosing down
almost easier than turning around
you bait me now
and I climb, prison-bound.
minutes in coercion with one another
bonding secrets and inflicting
a saccharine scar by the prism’s dance
tossing light at the ceiling in birth
a starlit depravity.