Marrow

Polished smiles bought and sold
quickly by those wishing for better
feelings gathered up inside and
lives are pinned together like opinions
stapled into the back of his mind.
Her hips slide, greased
and airbrushed for satisfaction
in and away from
the wholesome, cropped sun.
Bruises sweltered into
semi-relevant feminist arguments,
angry self-framing and figures that are
deemed worthless by someone
without worth.
Guilt spun up in
a coal-charred second of time,
swinging from it's noose/cord
up on the flesh-covered/colored wall,
amongst webs of dissatisfaction and desire
and a passion to be disproved later on in life.

{Wit[h](er) pen cap chewed,
she savors all the emotion soaking
in her marrow, grins, and
just sighs.}