The Worst Part
I can feel it,
the ground shakes and trembles,
with every step it takes,
with a malice grin,
and a body made of bitter goodbyes,
the monster claws his way towards me.
Not all abuse is physical,
or self inflicted,
yet it's growling laughter will find me
and poke holes in my decision,
rip my heart out of my chest
and eat me alive.
I gaze out at stormy seas,
with a sick twisting knot in my stomach,
waiting for it to rear its ugly head,
a prisoner marching to the gallows,
because I know that the monster of your absence,
will devour me completely.
December 26 2010