"strained"

The towel lays on the floor,
esoteric hands grave forgot,
used in toilworn on skin flicked shed,
divagated mineshaft shut.

Paper lays in collage shame,
having been remiss from render,
undulated emotion kept shirring,
lost wrapped in time naivete.

Tomorrow is shutdown traced,
a world shoved elbows upon ears,
red hot sting straddled firefly buzz,
collapse used for pleasure soothe.

Bleeding pages sop earnest,
fingertip crisp puckered morph,
decay rubbed remittance grown,
strife of reality lifts.