My worries
Are mine
Alone.

Bleeding bruises of fluff-clotted feathers of cotton,
Numb knuckles bash till they break to battered bone...
Wrest the wrath of the wretch, wrest all that's rotten,
Punching pillows for the profanities you'll never atone.

If I'm defined
By the sum
Of my worst
Moments...

Ravage every roar of...