There's No Need

couple of new poems. one written on the train and one in my house.

The Morning After

Hooks fish inside for sins

As I scour over the raw

Barely remembered 

Hours for clues

Sandpaper and acid stripping back

Paying no heed to fun.

There's No Need

Scorpions pull

Tendons 

Stretch their best

There's no need

Really

None at all

I can do it to myself