Your voice carries the amusement,
while I try to block out those words
(those pinprick words) as they
fall upon my heart until it bleeds
with pale red dots against velvet.
Yet, the rain of needles (nothing but
words, such simple words) is unrelenting;
each times it buries into flesh, threading
away without sympathy (it hurts?
But you enjoy it so).
Ignorant of agony (small details)
Oblivious of pain (nothing but a name)
No such guilt,
No empathetic feelings.
Whisper away, my
f r i e n d
Those words (again), however harmful,
As you bind my heart in constricting chains.
May 16, 2006