by mandaceehb

we live in a world where the

soft gleam of gold can easily buy us 

blood, sweat, soul

but is all this not in artifice?


the blood i give you can easily be 

blended rust of internal disuse to quench

the inexplicable need to show my 

humanly worth

in decibels of hard, cold radiance lain in open palms


the sweat i give you may not be hard work

but the moisture collected from rain and put through a 

salt machine

moulded into teardrop formation


the soul i give you can 

unquestionably be the counterfeit construction of the masterpiece of 

human emotion

and the price my fake figurine fetches

is only as much as your cheap gold