Slight lips seethe rancid spittle
Spewing forth toxicity
Into my peaceful atmosphere
And I squirm to move away from her
As we piss away the hours
I think of art and poetry
I think of all the damage done to me
As I listen to her rage
On a solitary page of pain
And it’s driving me insane to stay
It’s nearly three a.m.
And she’s reeled me in again
With that rusty hook of pity
She’d been dropping in her line
And I’m the sap who took the time
To listen to her whine
I try to hang the line
She screams a bit more time
I lie and say it’s fine
It never is
©Kay Salady
