Unrealistic Stunt Doubles

We wrestle like uncoordinated snakes

Hissing and shedding skin

Our emotions knotted with

Badly rehearsed movements

Coated in isolation and tears;

Shrill hearts hibernating in the

Freezing fog of overlapping compassion

Prayers offered to shrines of contrivance

Arteries clogged by blood dams

We remain numb

Nonchalant, necromancers

Sliver tongues as keen as diamond

And as worthless

Slice wound after wound with

More penetration than our

Tired punches; sores bleed

Unabated seeping out from

Underneath the disproportionate band-aid

Of brittle vengeance

Corrosive eyes betray the passion

And bite of broken

Dentures in a glass jar

Two shells simultaneously

Empty and hungry

Human knives and forks

Unable to digest

We career through this

Mise-en-scène

Smashing sugar glass on

Bemused faces and

Breaking Ikea chairs

Across wispy backs

Feigning sucker punches

And sparring in self-conscious malevolence

Dancing our dislocated futures

Around this acerbic ring

Until canvas bound and

Sprawled we smile

Taking the count