8.3.22 - rotten then revival

our mouths

must bleed

from all the rumors we’ve aided in giving legs

our mouths

must bleed

from all the innocent bystanders deceased

because our mornings started maliciously

and our bandwidths were thin

like the ducks in poliwog park

we flock to each other

with bad news as if it were good news

unintentionally, but definitely.

tongues heavy with hate, drag on the floor beneath us, tripping over someone else’s news, faults, lies, unimportance

the devil hides in those understated bullets

and our faces morph according to the decisions we make when no one is looking