the cities we could have built crumble in the shadows of lies in the depths of blue-black bruises put there by another the wheezing laughter terminated by your own fuckups you\'ve never loved, i see now or your shirt would never have turned itself inside out things were meant to fall apart the scab falls off by itself but there will be scarring from when your tricky fingers peeled it off because clearly, you never cared enough to try to heal anything whatsoever. if the dog trembles and shakes and bolts when thunder sounds so be it. -m.m.