fingers scrape
the rancid film
separating sunlight
into filthy rays
dripping malice

thisgoddamnedworld
keepspunchingdown
setting sights on
picking fights with
anunsettlinglyunwellman

the peacock picked a lock and found a hoard of treasure, the lion kept denying even an ounce of pleasure. blood is thicker than water, but gold is far thicker still.

trust no one, they only care about themselves.