I know not of trust.

I know of abiding nouns and pronouns.

All the faces and houses and names

That perpetually changed

Stripped the days for play out from under the feet of innocence.

The laundry machine never stopped its cycle.

Until that day

When those nouns and pronouns became those of a singular value.

The roaring flow had stagnated

And placed its hat into reliable hands.

Hands of which had breached the chains I wore.

Chains that bound me to the endless cycle of

All the faces and houses and names

I wished not to know.

 

I know not of trust.

I know of uncanny familiarity.

The new noun, in which I was forced to call home,

Was not of what a home should be.

Upon the bird’s first song,

The work began.

And was not to end until

The presence of the stars was upon us.

Time within was spent the same.

Failure fell at the feet of its superior,

As the butcher’s familiar fists thawed the new meat raw.

The submissive sounds created each day

Absorbed into the walls of

The new noun, in which I was forced to call home.

The eerie essence following the moon,

Called for the butcher’s habitual activity only the bed knows of.

Exploiting the new meat,

Both day and night.

The walls cried as I when the familiarity of it all comes clear.

The laundry machine had started its cycle once more,

And the once breached chains, have mended

Rendering them as more prominent than before.

Upon the fourth month I broke my own chains

Seeking shelter under the stars.

Keeping only the scars upon my body from

The new noun, in which I was forced to call home,

A place

I wished not to know.

 

I know not of trust.

I know of change.

I know of work.

I know of silence.

I know of cruelty and abuse.

I know of selfishness.

I know of abiding nouns and pronouns.

I know of uncanny familiarity.

I know of the new noun, in which I was forced to call home.

I know of all the faces and houses and names.

Of all those I have so unwillingly become to know,

It is not I that knows not of trust,

For it is people that know not of love.