Viscosity

A liquid flow that leaks. A potent glue that grips. A hot fluid that seeps. You put it in and let it out. It's the process we've talked about.

Our hands and feet tied with tape, to a reality you and I can't escape. Futile wordless resistance. The friction of our body and mind, we ignite like fuel in an instant.

Seeping out of my porous heart and through the cracks of a hardened life once told by the tracks on the arms of your wife.

What offends and what we lament It's not for us to pretend, this is not the beginning but a painful means to an unfortunate end.