With metal or,
with glass.
Line your surface.
stacks on stacks.
It's a poison.
It's a nightmare.
Once a year,
try everyday.
Left and right.
Up and down.
It's only hidden.
It's only a secret.
Lines are lines.
But hidden lines,
equal a poison.
Poisoning nightmare.
Left and right,
with metal,
or with glass.
Same as up,
and down.
It can be anyone's,
anyone's secret
Yours mine,
his or hers.
maybe his and hers.
sickening to some.
Life to others.
Coping maybe,
but harming for sure.
Lines are lines.
But hidden lines.
They are stories.
Stories of a broken one.