is winning, my brittle bones cracking
The structure’s collapsing; it should have lasted [gun]

I’m heavy, I’m hobbling, and wincing all the while
She opens the book [gun] to a dog-eared page, proceeds to read it righteous:
“Why didn’t you scold me?”, baiting for a chance
to make the cartoon critic inflate to her harshest,
the fully culpabilly scapegoat who locked her in an ice

I’m a lumbering giant [shiny silver gun], a wounded polar bear
pawing at the ground to lift itself to a stand

Worshipped for my protection, despised for being her crutch
Now she is manic, in a panic, seeing the framework faltering
It’s tired and hurts all the time [silver Glock, or is it Glück?] [silver Gun]
“You say nothing? You don’t scold? You aren’t even trying.” [gun]

I can’t make the brave face right now. I’m pushing through [Glock], a tired horse
[gun] [gun] [gun] [gun] [gun]
[gun] [gun] [gun] [gun]
[gun] [gun] [gun] [gun] [gun]
goodnight