'It's Over.''It’s over.'You say the words so casually. Completely devoid of any emotion. You stare me dead in the eyes. My mouth opens in shock. My eyes search your face desperately for any indication that you’re joking. You’re not. Your expression remains the same. Impassive. Serious. Resolute. You watch me as I fall apart before you. I drop to my knees. Broken. Without another word you turn around and walk away from me. I reach my arm out and desperately try to think of something to say. Anything to make you change your mind. Anything to make you stay. But no words reach my mouth. You are gone forever. I wake up with a start. I find myself sitting upright in bed next to your sleeping body. I feel the warm dampness of a tear roll down my cheek. I must have woken you up because you turn toward me and sleepily ask if I’m okay. I wipe the tear away hurriedly and reassure you. I say it was just a nightmare. I say I was being chased. You roll over and g
the back side of a sharpie cigaretteoh, i've got thorns & fruit fliesrotting out the flesh betweenmy ribs. they fester in theserabbit lungs until i cough themup as mechanical mockingbirds;like nightwalkers, they peck mythroat into a crumpled napkin verse.