survival skills

everything
just melts
and fades
into stew,
and the remnents
become
the glue
that binds us
to what
we have become.

we are
the victims
of a lineup
of memories,

and sometimes
it starts out good.
then,
something always
happens.
a period is placed
on the head
instead of a crown.

and sometimes
that place
was never any good,
and the only thing
we have to show
are sleaves
of scars.

still,
underneath the stewed muck,
it's really incomprehensible
how the individual
survives.