you need new strings don’t ya babe?


        rust’s gatherin’ all over a metal dress
                                   
            can’t shake it like she do.


             strip down and undress 
              to slowly caress 
                every mental crevice.
                  in every space and seam express;


                   a caged bird whispers it's sweet song to you,


                  with a gentle finesse.
               sometimes forgetting that nobleness.
               it’s feathers ruffle when it’s obsessed.
                 hailing from inconsiderate distress.


                     blackened nails, purple, bruised, and blue.