Hold Still

"Hold still"
Pried open and painted over
black lacquer and white letters
in bold
too big font
only for the near sighted and
blind
they say love is
slightly raised on the surface
that's why you always
have the urge
to touch

Mor(fiend)

I have been beaten
torn into tiny pieces
thrown in the air
to celebrate his independence.

I have crushed him
with my fists
sprinkled bits
in my tea
and sipped slowly.