Cryptic Nite

 
sitting duck

I faced—stood,

sucker blew,

and skin thickened
 
 
–a snake in reverse,

and molten,

the opposite

of outburst,

ashen,

different than pendulum,

granite,

all day to day drama

–reel life

a tearjerkin’

whodunit

romantic

thriller

–that’s strictly indie,

‘cuz

frontin’s worse

–disowning my

“humanity”

in quotes, because we can

beso

beastly.

kid glove failure

a soul denial and

hefty price

–when time is money

and attention currency.

Well, fellow human,

toys are us,

and we’re pretend–

and yet.

–if I cut you,

do I not bleed?