I’ve been mistaken for a whore and crack fiend looking for his next score
teeth chattering, skin crawling
like a snake over barbed wire
torn to shreds my heart in her hands
still bleeding a river of sorrow
that never runs dry.
The sun evaporated my tears for an offering
to all the brokenhearted men.
I am made an example for all to see;
laid bare my bones
bleached under the elements,
so pure, like the first snow.