The Checkered Floor

shades of light and dark
unable to fold into eachother
segmented into blocks of misery
for every truth, for every thrust into reality
standing their ground
wedged between drunken rivals
and manic lovers

solitary abandon glazing over the gaps
with lustful murmurs
and silent breaths

footsteps close enough to the ground
to feel the warmth
hearing their impairments
brittle skulls were held open
waiting for the grasps of the living

bodies were strewn over the squares
unaware of their intrusion
they bled into the cracks
tremors of apology distancing their gazes

flashing syllables and ringing shapes
pierced the corners

tearing them apart
into simpler formations
which guaranteed happiness