Callous

Callous

Without my ring preciously
Wrapped around my digit
I wither, worthless, decimated-
I sputter, writhe and fidget

Exchanging last words with your shell
While strangling tears and spittle
I gurgle out endearing pleas
With which you respond in riddles

A bedpan wouldn't suit your independence,
I couldn't call you coy
All your years of malcontent bare dents
As keen as aluminum alloy

Medicinal methods, What of them?
They are such comprehensible curses
That hurt like pulling wisdom teeth
Or pulling loaded hearses

Blotchy skin like denim whose sweat
Pulls me down in the earth,
The taste, familiar, on my tongue
Holds the flavor of self-worth

Now I, the cream, with akathisia,
Acknowledge how hard you were to keep
And from whence came my inevitable proclamation:
Leave me forever in my sleep