Using the flesh as fertilizer.

We’re exploding
because of the pressure
all the words spoken
all the actions expected
all the behaviors forced
all the stereotypes depicted
it’s a buildup
a tension
choices we can’t keep up
filling our yards with mistakes
using the flesh as fertilizer
and gagging on the taste.

After the crime
all around hands raise
voices creep up
and our ears rather perky
hear it
and our hearts are feeling it
we know it
the knowledge its compacted
the answers aren’t clear
they’re opaque
and impossible to break
and we’re shouting over each other
forgetting
that we’ve carved this life
to make it easier
even so
it is killing.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina