Trialed

Push the pins deeper Let the blood repent in the river You’ve cried falsely into Bury your feelings beneath the surface. You will bare it with a smile or grimace If you have to. Bat your eyes, and shut your mouth. Your manipulation is only good to mouth Promises better left un-kept. When your thunder smashed the shelf The mirror cracked with the image of yourself, I wonder how you slept Soundly. You ventured off. Loudly, we screeched, in the slime Of your monstrous boredom And the consequence of your crime.