Wrath

He placed his hands upon his eyes 

So he couldn’t tell if they were sweat or tears 

He pressed his nails into his skin
And felt the blood gush out his ears 

Red tape wraps around his head
Round his eyes and ears and hands
“Offer me candy,” he said
“And I’ll show you what makes a man”

A bird plucked out his lies, he thinks
The talons got all but his grin
And for all his fears, he drinks and drinks 

Wash down his bitter sin