(no subject)
a battlefield below his eyes.
sockets sunken like ancient ships.
his sweat glistens like enamel.
his spine curves inward..
as an abrupt silence swallows his strength.
his breath departs..
his voice trembles..
and both descend like ribbons toward the concrete.
he is trusting you.
with his eager bones..
and weary heart..
he is trusting you.
