Attrition

beads of sweat
(regret
moments lost
unchangeable
swollen over time)
roll to caverns of eyes
creases of face
tangy
hot
acidic
saline sting

a million yet coming
none can be wiped away

tied to stake
a punishment earned
from broken hearts
Lies told

eyes open
tongue extended
i await
the next impossible
impact


Michael Lorne Leard