parental stereo

mute

pointed to an instrumental voice instead so

hitting skin on speed he

red eyes while with me

she in the waiting room

reading into my missing beats

addict par accident

on salary

explaining what was meant by

responsibility swap

response dead

force excess to muffle the curious

oh pardon the circus

she paid for the blinding

he worked for my folding

blindfold active mind like nevermind

sugar on the lip

too young even for innocence

locked in with the toiletry

play dead

knife on tile

awaiting a dead beat trial

beat down the door

tv style

a chance to fuck up another

under the sheets

heat lamp to warm the walking

disinvolve the grief