Silence hangs in grayscale
The inevitable distinguished
Hue of black – not white
And the discharge of forgotten love
Forever balancing
And displacing oxygen in bloodstreams

Glucose dripping from seams
Of broken thread
And gaping wounds
Held together merely
By biological practice
And shards of hurt
Pressing against the lines
Drawn effortlessly;
Another slip.

Fleshy fat hanging
From every crease
Of unsatisfying hate,
Blade of mistaken gratitude
Driving deep into
Soulless color