All I needed was you.
Now acid rain falls from your mouth.
I cannot flee as the drops singe my body.
Your deaf ears muffle my cries.
Your eyes dance with delight.
The curvature of your mouth enjoys my pain.
A gnarled twig to defend my honor,
I hold it close, armed and ready.
You take the stick and salt the wound.
I see your truth, smeared and bent.
You've smothered me in your quicksand;
to have and hold, to laugh and sneer.
Here I sit with wounds unhealed in a world I cannot leave.
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