choking on the outcome

i've locked away my love
behind steel bars of remorse
(i forgot my pen was in your pocket)
and now i've swallowed the key.

muse sits and laughs at my predicament.

i stand against the cold stone walls
of a prison cell i never meant to back into,
wondering about the cruel hands of fate
and other such nonsense and predictable phrases.

phrases that make me want to vomit.

i stick my fingers down my throat and gag,
wretched heart, too full in my mouth,

that copper penny flavor,
this poor man's meal.


--bruised orange