Just Jonsty

i got my hands behind my back
with two fingers overlapped

I’ve one guilty feline

havent seen her all day

thanks for the feathered present left in the back garden.

These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,

but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather

and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,

stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better.