eye liner

I’d like to give you eye liner
Fist clenched and tensed like
Sarcastic scars caustic cast in mold
Then broken
I’d like to strip you skin first and
Watch your gears spin thin winding
Fragile, yet agile footfalls of youth
That walk, catwalk
the line of empty pocket or empty soul
guilt leaks through pores and the bags
under your eyes

under your eyes I’d like to show you
compassion
by the jaw, and slam you skull first into what you are not
so maybe it would stick


I don’t crumble around the edges
you’ll never brush my dust off your skin
I’d like to give you eye liner, darker than your own

With my hands.


Run that beaten path
I’ll be the monster
And the tree’s root you lose grace and trip on