The way that they stare
The tint in their glare
Like drowning in air

The way that they blush
The things that they hush
You're perfectly crushed

They talk and they look
They walk like a rook
So perfect and straight
I'm filled up with hate

But nevertheless -
Don't worry I guess
Isn't that right?
You don't want me to fight

Just drown
In air
And hush

June 2020