10 seconds at a time
Poem
Published in
Feb 11, 2023
One minute
counting its seconds, measuring your breath
while you stab my lips
I keep my eyes open, searching betrayal yet
yours are closed
To my dreamy purgatory, I remain
a skeptic
bearing shackles of my own design
Sometime they’ll wash up on your shores
if you hit them hard enough
Your lie, or mine?
We both know the rust is deep
It gnaws on anything that mimics happiness
I learnt to hide it
in whatever it touches
Do you hate me, or was that just me?
