Childlike Robot

bite throw a door your teeth made of glass
the anchors you lost in your silent past
and they came in the gutters tasted it
shutters closed doors and rimmed in cake
filth cake or trained discrepancy pushed
back to your back drip swiveling spine
house of lights you're the darkest tonight
flavor like squish I broke it
one of these must be left alone
not for my sake like I said it's not my cake
licked ink clean of wounds no.