parental stereo



mute



pointed to an instrumental voice instead so



hitting skin on speed he



red eyes while with me



she in the waiting room



reading into my missing beats



addict par accident



on salary



explaining what was meant by



responsibility swap



response dead



force excess to muffle the curious



oh pardon the circus



she paid for the blinding



he worked for my folding



blindfold active mind like nevermind



sugar on the lip



too young even for innocence



locked in with the toiletry



play dead



knife on tile



awaiting a dead beat trial



beat down the door



tv style



a chance to fuck up another



under the sheets



heat lamp to warm the walking



disinvolve the grief