20
DO SHHH
the carapace of man
is hope
thus, here i am exposed
met a man with seven fingers
drank to
logic being callous
spun the night
into a sullen lantern
languid as your glow
in slumber
watched your spider catcher
lay agape and empty
reached two thumbs into your inner core
removed the lies i found
when you woke up
you sat in silence
haven't uttered one word since
looks of frenzy
dance through every strangers sockets
in the puddles
time will always ask the questions
answers sever hurried tongues
the stubborn grind of our machines
agendas dripping from the rooftops
honesty has been outnumbered
now we watch its village burn
When I finally got up the guts to
tell him it was over, he started
hitting the bottle really hard. I
suppose he doesn't really know how
to cope, so he just drinks and acts
like a sociopath. When he's sober,
he's pretty ok, but almost every
night, like clockwork, I get a garbled
message in my voicemail from him, in
which he professes his love for me and
begs me to give him another chance.
He feels so inadequate about not being
able to keep me, that he seems to think
he needs to exert control over every
female he meets. I don't know what else
to say. I suppose I've said all that I
need to. If I had known that this is how
things would turn out, I'd have passed him
by. He's become one of the most atrocious
people I've ever met, and I'm ashamed of him
