We As Human And Host

We as texture and tissues.
Blame-the-innocence-
That sliced

Silhouettes of skin,
From each cut--
It grows maggots
To become bludgeoned

By--

Cataracts.


She said 'Hello.'
Thus my hands,
Began crunching-
Teeth on trail-mix

--Scars.

We as torrid and tantrums-
Keep keyboard fallacies.