Directions That Lead To Nowhere

caved in- the body stuck, enslaved in civil war. the muck of convenience insults the cure, tears through thick leaving exit wounds sore. how much more- test this- before these sparks catch flame? skin scratched, open gash, the itch holds all the blame. small in stature, she came, answering to another name; settling, seeking solice in the shelter of silence. questions, un-swallowed air, give directions that lead to nowhere. progression, such as growing, such as knowing too much to bear; look away- disgression will stay, sewing the mouth shut before it can say.