My vision is blurring —
I’m getting angry
you said you’d come but you are
not here
inside my eye, a lonely whispered
tear
I think you know what you’re doing;
you know my anticipation
I’m getting impatient that you
keep me waiting
Yet I know you don’t want me
screaming, hating
And the husk is peeled off…
I look at you with my new eyes, seeing
things I never noticed, these details
You’re a conniving little cunt and
if you keep me holding one second
longer
this heart will crucify itself with rusted
nails