like gears wearing down
the pumps heat up
steam starts to blow
you tell me to shut up.
teeth start to grind
tension: a coiled spring
wheels come to a halt
hate to me you bring.
a scowl a giggle a shrug?
all I need is a hug
to say I’m forgiven
to get what I’ve given.
so little a thing
a loose screw a lip
pulled back sneering
curses on the tongue tip.
lashes of nails
rip ripping the machine
broken junkyard parts
promises thrown into the bin.
a scowl a giggle a shrug?
all I want is a hug
to say I’m forgiven
to get what I’ve given.