Chained.

you’re beyond the stretch of your failing fingertips even though the soul’s want gazes up through the links that enslave you that rip you that bind your stories to your mind that bind them so tight they can’t escape through your lips and no one knows you have nothing anymore but your nightly company turning daily and didn’t your dad say he didn’t want you in bad company but this isn’t what he meant so leave it be and let you do because here you are nursing bit by bit the rusted skeletons that are the only things that can flee through the bars that keep your heart from caving in onto itself and bleeding from the depths of the arms that you believe will loosen their hold only if you explore their contents over
and over
and over
and over
and oh