possessions pawned
prickles of thorns
plucked open pains
false and forsworn
forgetting all
for what you take.
drained and debauched
exhausted worn
adorned in scrapes
cratered and coarse
cold shades of taupe
turned amber grey
used up and undone
erasing all
inside its flaked
weak wretched thoughts
feelings flow sworn
in sour tastes
insist in all ways
shapes and forms
it desecrates
no one will mourn
now that you're gone
in amber veins
