By: A.B.Thomas
With heart that beats
Yet longs to the out be bled
Hidden by a quirked façade of alive
-a structured connive-
To walk amongst the nine to five
Rather than fold, vomit and writhe
Only to face those who claim to “know”
And claim to empathize
All lies
As each of their syllabic babble
Of what is considered the appropriate said
Only heightens the self loathe
To a volcanic red
As if they have seen the path
Down I’ve allowed to be led,
Scraped raw blisters of dutiful sole-less tread
Condition: dead
Subversify Staff