Breking Bread

A Poem by Aisuru

What are friends for?
When assumptions are still a way to end what we’ve grown.
We are pushing and pulling.
Hands growing red from this rope.
Unwilling to see,
This tug of war is just connected with string.
Ready to break with every sharp word of you tongue.
What are friends for?
To break another bone for me
Throw a few stones for me
And walk like Jesus did
Alone and starving.
No companion is needed
When the devil has my ear

I embrace my confidant
Who’s slowly my enemy
They will carry me
To the fire
I’m foolish and trusting
Dangling at this thread
I’m ready to break
With every sharp word of your tongue
Behold this shinny thing
Every one said I should have
Now surrounded with enemies
Drunken with power over me
And my adversaries are all letting me down
Into the grave they made for me

What are friends for?
So they can hold your hand as they are break you down
Mutter soothing things as they spit in you eye.
When they are waiting for you to say something
Ready to rip you open
Bend you over the stones of their lives
With hammers and fingers
They rip you in two,
To breath from your two organs
And eat the bile from your stomach
They sink to this
For one more speech
To drink of your rotting digesting hope.
Killing you for one more word of untaken advice.
Then you know,
That’s what friends are for.