Every night my teeth are falling out in Grey skies

I am an objective, a dollar sign, another check on a to-do list. I am cog in the wheel, worn down flesh, the grinding halt after the rust of ill-maintenance. Love is falling from me. I ache, full of pain and dust. The mirror of discontent haunts me. What has sparked, was alive and joyful- is encumbered by spite, rage and jealousy. What can save me now is beyond my choosing.

Last updated June 17, 2014