Bones & Bait

Just another (restless) reflection

Curse you sockets of sight.
Deep in the night,
You're playing tricks on me again.
And acid rain,
Flows from my brain,
To stain the face of commonplace.
Want to erase.
Or recreate.
Lest fate dictate this sorry state.
Innate.
Here I shake from bones to bait.
From quick to late.
Guts to girth and wilted worth of bastard birth...
Earth's first to final offer.