Why Do Titles Matter So Much? Poem by Sebastien St. Fellmore

the ticking
cold heart in a cold beat
cash to smooth infractions
blistered noses
and cracked fingernails
eyes drag rivers
skin not quite on
decay in every breath
every breath slowly running out
chasing down the end
weighing down the already unbearable
drawing the last blood
from every weary vein
scarring multiple scars
nowhere left to hurt but what has been
the same punishments
for the same crimes
never learnt from those many times
scarring the healed, faking the crimes