Surrender

Surrender disguises itself beneath red cherries and dusted sugar. Pieces shatter, gleam on the floor, this is truth, this is ice. I hope you cut your conscience on the oblique angles here. I hope the cold bars of deprivation slide under your skin. Scattered down every alley you've strolled are the claustrophobic 'maybe's you shut away in boxes. Corrode, I'll just watch. (I never liked red cherries anyway.)