so you broke your fall, twisted / abrasive.
what's the use? if you're not into it close your legs then.
you build your coward's wall, form wires to pour your casings.
it was you. the truth left with your last face lift.
cordial yet caught in turmoil, who's there to foil your plot?
it was me. my breath still steams while your bones rot.
hold a hand out to lead you. to keep you to feed you.
your handler sent you only to invent your shame.
tenderly tenured, he only exists to find fractures.
undermine the exposed, the unknown that now shows.