Lashless

~

I was a broken screen, cracking

not-so-gracefully under pressure and leaking

my emotions all over

my see-through façade.

You were a lightning-struck lake, all too eager

to hurt and drown out my insatiable

curiosity.

I was the cyanide in your coffee

and you were the mercury in my veins,

(though I was the bitter insomniac

and you the more toxic, inflexible one.)

You told me I was spineless as you

strangled me in nerve endings, and I

wasted all my wishes asking for some metaphors

sickeningly sweet enough to make you

retch out some truth.

Maybe if I crack your glasses

hard enough, you’ll see me with better eyes,

but then again, I gave up on dandelions

a long time ago.

~