Help
He yelped
Up-flipping finger
Scoffs insulted
Cries
Belying
Blunt inadequacies
Becoming whispers
Because no one
Was there or here
But com promises lonely-ness what?
Something i am or was
And am not
Wise nor emboldened
Just ridiculous and frightened
Not blighted more or less
Just differently, I guess
Than I had ever hoped feared or offhandedly obscured
Sugarless
At best
Thin Tin String 