wicker baskets cracked

whithering away the fragrance

of life stained with mud

helium whispers inside

arsenal barricades of balloons

held there to distract you

to distract everyone

cowboy plaid shirts

with sweat stained armpits

dripping with odors

choking you to death

salt tasting tears

rolling slowly into your mouth

as you walk away, stumbling

with only one wicker basket

filled with your belongings

you thought you would never own