Cardboard cutouts, holes in space
Empty vessels full of
Borrowed turns of phrase
Mouths without a face
Do these thoughts have a place?
Or are they desktop clutter
Click, drag, erase
Something to replace
Does this shirt still fit?
Or is it just another marker
Of what once was his
That stupid f*cking kid
So is it worth the pain?
How many times can someone write
About their own mistakes
Before something breaks