softest palms ever felt,

back of neck, cups around crevices

relieves all tension,

melts adamant anticipation


     [jibberish lingers longer than four letter stabs, disyllabic platitudes]


harshest insults snorted out,

(against clogged nostrils)

retaliation breeds in depths

once creased, held, caressed

and almost tamed


     [memory is heavy with pain; hazy of highs]


‘typical shit’ pulled over and through

endurance builds character,

exhausting abuse—

in the façade of seven,

ritual finds us,

devoid of passage


     [embedded weakness every week]