Pity squats in my mouth sour as a lemon rind
Shriveling my heart raisin thin
And hanging two inches clean from forgotten
It cranks my head away as the bile rises up
With two rough but solicitous hands unseen
In years past I’d have been oozing with help
But since then have seen the hands I grip unclean
And just as eager to pull me under
Drown me in their gutter as I become another
Stepping stone in their ladder
When I glance away
It is for my own health and safety
But every time I do the raisin squeezes tighter
And I begin to wonder
What’s wrong with all of us
©️ 2011
Originally posted on my DeviantArt
Mischa Fox 