Rinds and Bones

She squinted
in a southern window
Tyrone winced
in the long shadow.

Tyrone cultured
the truth
She was as honest
as rinds and bones.

Tyrone wanted joy
She wanted to take
his sadness away.

Unearthed

She wandered the remains
Of incomplete lives.
Tyrone added another curl
To the spiral.
Tyrone knew his place.
She was unearthed,
Tyrone was rearranged.

Comatose

She suspected
Tyrone had been lost
In there a long time.
Tyrone watched her
With comatose precision.
How could she lie,
She couldn't even tell the truth.

Creatures

Tyrone's bones
Were broken.
She kept all manner
Of gods little creatures
In delicate glass bottles.
Tyrone couldn't break
The bottles.
No creature ever did.

Feral

She was low in intellect
And high in wiles.
She said she lived in the now.
Tyrone was trapped
In the present.
She couldn't remember
Her parents.
Tyrone was a feral child.

Decency

She threw up in
Her mouth
She longed for his past
Tyrone was terrified
Of the future.
Tyrone bit down
Til he hit bone
Tyrone was strangled
By decency
She wanted his name
Tyrone didn't have one.

Heirlooms

She radiated distrust.
Tyrone withered
Under the glare.
She collected heirlooms
Of insecurities
Tyrone deferred
to the looting
Like taxes.