pigmented parasol
broken on the tracks
Discarded
before its time

Here in this echo
Woven
by unforgiving hands
we stand at odds
within ourselves

Eyes rolled back
to the membrane
of a mindless
cacophony

They observe
and report
this shame

These dreams
of violent hearts
purple and rabid
beneath the veil

Drawing storyboards

Careful to color
inside the lies

and clinging
to a world
racing by