Microexpressions -- 7 February 2021

Maybe someday I'll be able to tell a story

That doesn't have anything to do with me

Or you

But how can I ignore

Your mouth full of entitlements

And your face that shows all the grief

The narrative didn't have time for

I've rewritten our story a thousand times

Searching for the happy ending

You know that we deserved

 

Do It Yourself, You Coward -- 7 March 2020

You crack my heart open

Like an egg

In the hands of an overeager child

And from my chest, my guts spill out

Like every horror film I never watched

And I bleed out onto the pavement

Let the coyotes come

Ravage my innards

And they’ll finish what

You were too afraid to

Burden of the Beast -- 30 January 2020

You think you know anger

But your anger is merely child’s play

A tantrum to get your way

You’ve never had to hold your tongue

Keep your composure and let the beast fester

Hold the screams inside until suddenly it all

Finally stops and I’m marinating in quiet disdain

Fan the fires until it goes cold

But what do I know of anger?

I’m just another frigid bitch

Armed / Disarmed -- 30 January 2020

You gave me the best writing advice

That I’ve ever received, but now

I’m too afraid to say the words

“I love you”

Not because I’m afraid you

Won’t say them back

But rather that someday

You might turn and use them against me,

Weaponize the truth

And in one last fit of desperation

You’d turn to me and

“Make the last line hurt”