I try not to listen, or remember.
Each thread of you spools around my heart,
tightly wound so that it swells. I dream
of a rib, bruised. Mind follows; a dark speck
against the backdrop of years.
Whatever you meant to destroy, you
succeeded. Always a shadow in your midst,
silent & hungry. A girl on a wall, looking to
escape the empty hours.
Nothing ever changes
A seagull flies above, not concerned
with its kind, or their whereabouts.
I imagine, like me, it must have found
too intrusive & cold. All the noise
You smirk like a dictator
who has divided & conquered.
You look at your reflection
with the sort of satisfaction
that only your kind can know.
Nobody suspects you of anything.
How utterly charming you are.
– Heather Lenz