Buttered iron, wrapped in a thin linen cloth
Littered leaves drawn on hand-printed faces
Fluttering softly, listless fervent fever, the moth

Meditative silence unto beckoned mildew night
Silent steps walked towards those unfortunate flowers
Life had sorrow, living lice burrowed in friendly blight

Wrinkled dandruff fallen onto unswept carpet hairs
Timeless moment of occurrence and moment passed
Frantic terrors called onto by acid-washed tears

Swimming captured a relic’s hurtful ritual cringe
Privilege’s unconditional indifference at reckless expulse
Accumulated cuts healed into stone irritated fringe