Confustications (a poem)

Angry words shatter the calmYou stare tears at my soulWhat have I done to open the gates to such fury?I should know by now to keep quietWill you hit me this time?Will blood and tears stain my face?Will I have to wear dark glassesTo hide my eye swollen shut?I won’t questionWhy you smell like perfume that isn’t mineOr wjy you haven’t calledI’ll just sit in silence, waiting for the phone to ringI’ll run away from you nowSwear never to come backBut you know as well as I doThat I’ll be back when you promise to changeWhy am I not good enough for you?Am I not pretty enough? Not thin enough?What does she have that I don’t?A face free from bruises and shame…

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.