Sways to advanced melancholy
Words feel thick
Like tarry molasses
A black soup
Dripping from the spoon
Hearts feel coarse
And mildly dangerous
One electric kick
Knocks the ticker out
Bones brittle
Twigs like candy canes
Snapping and cracking
So many twisted backs
Scoliosis of the mind
No, straight and narrow
Only left in the crosshairs.
