cut up knuckles from street fights,
his cheekbone is bruised,
his skin is a rainbow of colors,
anger simmers in his veins.
rings glitter on her fingers,
she spins them round and round,
crunches diamonds between her teeth,
hording like a dragon.
he stays in bed all day,
books piling up next to him,
it can all be done tomorrow.
she tips her chin up at the crowds,
her lover spits at her,
angry and in tears,
she watches but does not apologize.
her hands claw at shirts,
pulling them over her heads,
filling the room with slick sounds and thick smells,
this is the life.
his hands are outstretched,
reaching for the thing in someone else’s arms,
the world sits before him,
he begs for the object.
she grips the jewels in her hand,
bright flashes catching her eye somewhere else,
there is never enough,
more more more.
it’s the whole family,
watch how quickly they’ll kill you,