I wince.
Her words pierce
my mind.
Strained smile, fleeting distance as
the cool and distant response
I give
lands -
on an empty moment.
Empty she is
...a bitchy shell
of brittle threat and stinking yolk.
And more -
and more -
- and more -
...as I walk away,
She tips the tipping point
Flooding the blood
Pushing down the lid
over my words.
My voice.
Me.
(c)prettyintelligentprincess
