Sand Paper Face

twirling in projected tequila shot invoked blame for my existence and goals as the pointing finger shaking syncs with the slow blink slurrs that create my presence of castled chess curdling night failures to see the real me as I’m at a loss for words worse to show hurt as a weakness surfacing to be spotted and punished more for? “get out” do not slouch….. With the damage done its forever nevermind the forgiveness expressed if together I must surrender whatever interest