© Steve Gray 2026
The pair push and pull against a broken door, demanding harsh payments from those who have no more.
The grind and harsh reality of poverty and sharp regret creates a trap that’s not finished yet.
To denigrate is all the power they own, a kingdom built of spite and hollow threats.
Bruises are hit until they rise and colour, then the taunting begins, on those who have escaped.
One person is all it takes to crush every hope for something new, silver linings are torn and set alight, then the yelling starts when the blood spills fast.
The faded illusions of a better life leave broken dreams aside the bed.
Holding to account becomes a violent act, a brutal friction with ugly facts.
They hold aloft the pride they used to wear, now there’s only raw and poisoned air.
The pair bleed out the heavy weights of ‘honour’ on their backs.
Together they hold back screams that no one will hear, out of simple spite they defecate on beauty’s pride, then together as they rage, then set alight any bridges they cross, one spark, one flicker, one tinder riddled piece at a time, until there are no more.
