//Gore// Breathing fish scales scrape up to my throat from my core The mercy of gills on a linoleum floor A strange whisper, "You know I want more." A clear indication of what I can no longer pour Crave the broken bodies of the sore I don't want to be the skeleton washed off the shore Drop the act and the rest I'll deplore An agony of my own creation that I can't control Could it be any more sickly sure Frothing foam at the mouth the only metaphor Weeds fidgeting among lily pads a sorry place for a war I can't even see who I'm frightened for As I continue to choke out on this linoleum floor











