questions remain debt.
the thoughts unravel and fray at the edges.
when wounds are scars are questions asked?
the body can be used as bait.
one self when it’s ready.
listen to humanity’s unvoiced.
walk, walked, stood.
oh, body budding, bud, butt, button, bop!
(your vulnerability is a gift).
oops, the funny pages go tits up.