Sense of Humor

cracks between doors, like rats, fingers course thru, corrode against the inside of a clenched fist. cease, this silence, i insist(bite tongue, each word, penance)suffer, humor is a sense- shattered glass tickle bare feet- the caveat of clenched teeth. mis- placed morality, i do appreciate your sin- cerity; fate compromised (the hands of time, mesmerised in back&forth instants). "it is okay" someone will say; but words change & fall away like leaves, all intent bereaved.