Stretching the picture frame to fit it all

As roses dance on the wallpaper sky above

An endless pit to fall in lined with maple spades

Hiding lice that bite at my brow and tear at my lips

Warping As the frame starts to chip and fall

My pale eyes well up with tea bags of foxglove

Loud Tar leaking the edges promising tear soaked blades

As I sit and wither as the framing takes out strips

Bitterly Fitting in all that can crawl

The lice like needles in my skin like a glove

No sleep as the regrets are to be later shades

With vengeance reborn a toddler dawdling as he skips

I just look out at the family wall

Knowing what I’ve ruined no longer the best-of

Leaving what I had in the teeth of tornades

As I fall back into the frame with my crumbling hips

Now only a bedlam with a sheep’s call

My bones broken in like a car ridden dove

I can’t be save even with no amount of jades

Voice strumming on peoples ears as painful final blips