Stutter Stepped
Half the cost is hearts
and a quarter is
solid nerves.
The other quarter comes
in the form of
a black soul.
Speeding pulses can't
contain a steady pace;
can't save face.
Pounding lungs can't
drown her soft words...
she's absurd.
I'm not a sealed crevasse
just a tired leaking faucet.
She's dripping in the night time as I
bleed out of the locket.