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]