purposely setting a part of myself on fire it's my display and the display is set the rust feels smooth against my skin and the spoons and forks fall to my face and my morning skin and my morning eyes reveal the lies that were told to me in a yesterday, in a yesteryear in the last 10 minutes, in the last 10 letters in the sentences and the paragraphs i feel betrayed but, the morning air will lift me again and i can feel a breath of calm release until the heat of the day weighs me down, round and round, it's the life of a rat in a rut, i am drunk, i am high, i am low i am all around, round and round i am stuck
