Go Fish

Written by: Dina Cassiano

LIARnull and void inside my bloods boils. 
It burns and it churns.
lurching forward, returns.
Now I am in the place where I started, no grace.
No supper, no begging, or bartering.
just tears dried  up, here on my face.
They are cracked, they are molding, long stayed in place.
for my skin, sad, is folding, bends cover my face.
Now The ground, where I stare, traps a fly by the hair.
I swear I can hear what the creature is thinking..
He fears that his maker will try him for treason....
And oh, for good reason he has to beware....
for his thoughts soaked with guilt, guilt and despair.

Oh what a pair we  would make as we stand , no glory we’re perched, on my knee, holds my hand. Atop of the celebratory white cake
soaked, our feet wet with pain and heartache...
draped,  our bones in the love that our promises will break....

Break, break, can you hear the bone crack.? 
Slap the face, hate, no love  just disgrace. 
No love for our selves, why should we, who does????
shut up, martyred, scared, plain, scarred, and afraid.

Afraid of it all, to stand and to fall, to live and to die, to love hating it all. 
Just down the way they’ve a group, down the hall ,
who’ve agreed to be pigs, hogs in the stall.
slaughtered for taste, slaughtered for fat.
slaughtered by all of the dog fat rats ate...
 the ones who came first, who left you with thirst, 
who showed you the way to this deserts dry dirt.

 Now HURT!!!!. go hurt, like the rest of them all. 
all stand ready, so ready, ready to FaLLLL, 
hurt, hate, lust, lust,lust,lust.disgust... discussed...
.I hate. I hate. I wish. I wish. I can. I can. 
 “Do you have any hearts”?...
“no................ GO FISH”