A Silent Assassination

Cut my throat

Snuck up behind

In a dark corner of the world

Left me to fall alone in the shadows.

 

It’s a silent assassination

Of my beating heart,

as the blood in my veins

Spills into the air

and spirals around

Me.

 

A silent assassination

of my boiling mind

And now I hear the footsteps

Of your stilettosĀ  grinding into the past;

The unfinished words,

the unknown thoughts

Pitched forth in a mess of calamity

as they come down

breaking my skull.

It’s a silent assassination

of the suppressed set of words

That I never could say

But here I go anyway:

 

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When She Shouts

Tell me why it wraps around you

and drapes down by your feet,

dripping… Dripping

all across the floor.

Every time you throw it on

the same empty, hollow rage,

the same anger,

I can only try my best to bare it.

But that outfit looks good on you.