the veins glow, blue, red,
waiting for the spring, a flash,
that could erase the bleak sky,
in it i saw an image, a flashback,
of million swears hurled at me,
a lout, a 'whore', 'not the right thing',
but as it streamed its way, synapses
fired, a canon struck a hole in my heart,
its shards mirroring my dwarfed self.