#valseint

❝       it was a house fire  .     plank of wood fell     &&     broke my arm  .       ❞        a man learns the wrings of a lie  .      he takes in his hands the rope of it’s net pertaining half a truth  .      half of his shirt removed to show the whole of his arm blighted with gaudy scars of both blackened     &&     dead white writhes.   a halo of red spans from his bicep past his elbow where the skin’s drawn     &&     split like an overripe fruit     &&     myriads of elevated capillaries pulse  .        ❝       it’s healed for the most part   ,     except for that burn givin’ me a headache  .       ❞