ochre wake

and you were awake,

pretended to trust your own slick venom,

only to slip back into restless sleep,

like a hypocrite with an apple,

back into the arms of chaos,

laughing at the ones who stayed,

thinking it was bulletproof 

but im not blind to the trust you broke.

a plate for dinner, shattered by lunch.

hands unburned, heart unbroken.

whispering “im awake,”

unaware of the paralysis,

drowning in your own barf —

like a scouser in china.