tarnished

thin layers of gold on my wrists waiting for notes of b minor

but I'm waiting for the tarnish in f sharp

until the edges fray bronze or silver-green, ill be left with that feeling

when only one violin string plays till silence takes what it wants

his silver molars are the only tough parts on site

inside, lava

outside, gold-plated compassion

like dressage, he is more carriage than horse.

but I'm a shark on repeat 

a sapphire shark built to bite only enemies who bleed out completely

when veins go soft like decrepit leather drooped over the back edges of a horse 

when it stops flowing

when oxygen couldn't even revive the dried up loose ends

whipping, whirling, sporadic fantastic

its bucking to itself to death

and the dried up leather falls of the horseback

picked up and dusted off

after draining beauty, it remains 

its functionality intact

it has a head 

and its eating

it has a fist

and its meeting

it has a game

but thats fleeting

sometimes theres nothing left but the meat

and my wrists will never ever ever ever ever ever tarnish

but his teeth will fall out one by one and he'll loose that mouth of his

the one he uses to pick and choose the way he abuses with his words

yet, in this world, he is rewarded by fellow cowards

tarnished and soured