come clean

the venom begets you, and everything you never speak.
(i have to make this colour.)

your lonely furs
(waiting.)

you're better than this?
(i am simply in autumn.)

you're better than this.
(guarding my shoulders, the sun burn.)

but you're only under light bulbs
(i did have a voice.)

really, believer?
(i have to. i always have.)

what licks your wounds
(i promise.)

i retreat, in steamy breath
(but recall knives.)

you will never give this.
(no one means or sees.)

the path
(sold to clocks.)

a smile
(hope.)