my finger fucking hurts bro

the infection of two,

the coffin between me and you

mourning grounds for sanity and sanctuary 

and well as sanitation and safety.

green drips from finger tips to my toes

as if infected by the poison of your gaze

my lesson learnt of regret always tainting you in the end,

there is too much green to feel blue.

…my finger hurts

throbbing to the same beat of the casket lid closing 

the story of what could be