Fail

failure. It lurks throughout the day clinging, twisting your neck until you can't breath and once gripped- there's no chance. Survival's even rare and though you ring out the ripples, the wrinkled lines of guilt- they stay evident and pure. The steak knife rather than the butterknife jabbing deep into the bread, in one go. As the day carries on all is revealed through the actions, the words and the words you don't speak because failure results in every thought you prevail- giving you no other choice