ever wonder how
the bleak
and
sorry ones
work
to
keep their thoughts inside
to keep them from seeping
from old wounds
and old
places that
look so closed
to
hearts
that lie awake
at night
and feel everything
everything
everything
and never
ever
ever
wonder
why no one
asks
to see
them
or tries to look
inside
so
instead
they
keep warm places
for thoughts
that gnaw
and crunch away bones
feasting on the flesh
that keeps
it all
in
