God Awful Truth

This empty chest. This hollow throbbing. This empty shell. Will help you sleep. And your name will come in time. For now take a number. This is a surrender skin This is hanging on Sing the high notes, touch his hand. This is giving up Faces on! Faces on! We are pretty when we are faking. I am such a liar when I smile. Son comes home to take solace in his mirror (the stains of God's loving embrace still ripe around his throat) Only to find he's no longer human