cartilage

felt like her soul got sawed out slow with a bone saw in a no light hallway

drawin long breaths like she clawed through the wrong day, crawlin on cartilage shattered in broadway

whole crowd froze and the show got closed by a cold night rollback, jaw tight, broke spine, hold that

all white, no sound, foam pads folded on contact, looked like silva post check

when the leg detached with a snap and a sawed off contract

and the flesh aint respond back, she gone when the trauma get dawn black, coughin up fog, crowd all jawbone drop and

the doc came, corner’s in shock like they saw their own mom pass, scream in a way the captions don’t parse yet

scene like a B roll clip from a war flash, just awe like the laws of the bones got tossed in a card deck

cameras still pan on her while she gasps, flesh got offset, shoulder got sawed in a socketless contest

flashback to the loss of McGahee, leg in a shape that defied reality, jaw twitchin like it got a bomb in it

thought of paul george with the stanchion involved, and the fall lookin staged like a card trick

a monument fallin in front of an audience stuck in the optics, aint nothin godly about it

just flawed meat, flawed feet, flawed speech, flawed reach where the beat got beat by the bones it was built on

flesh aint fair in a freeze frame, knees aint made for that much delay, that that twist was a freeze ray

nerves stopped in the heatwave, that’s blood in your breath on the back up, that’s the tape gettin backed up

the host done shorted, post court order with a torn out orbit, whole torso lockin, bones in a knot like it’s postwar

aroma of floor wax, lookin like foam in a broke down floor jack, it’s all bad, jaw clench stiff as a Ford plant

grave, four more trainers in a swarm, broke in the fourth with a coughin fit, broke like a deal and she’s lost in it

broke like a collarbone pop in a college hit, sound like a jaw when it locks in a sonic kick

post light crash like an arctic trip, soul in a bag with a name on a sponsor bib, lip split clean

seen it, slow mo playin on the Jumbotron, blood steam, madness like a draft pick snap in the second week

tendons speak with a tone like let it be, med team speakin in a way that’s deadin me

paramedics walk with a step like reverence, all in awe of the body dismemberin, hope don’t help when the hope starts beckoning

no one askin if she walkin again, just screen record, post, talk with a friend, cuts in a song with a trend

it’s all just content ‘til the cartilage bends, i don’t doctor the pen, walkin through hell with a confident limp

anonymous limbs, it’s bones in a pile with a promise to win with a blood knot, fall in the wrong place, all of your luck stops

like a gunshot, doc pulled a sharpie out, signed off fast like a part of him tapped out

heard the pad scrape like a coffin map, still blinkin but aint no comeback in some of them stats now

lone wolf soul with a scroll and a sonar locked on foes in a boat with a whole row off, flow so frost when i go don’t talk

rhyme in the dark with a busted aux cord, two doors down from a dude with a court date

like a war tape, sword in a doorframe, wrote more bars than your whole Discord, i been bored with the norm

tourin through in a ford, cookin with a no glove palm, owned by none, goals with a home and a whole round drum