S A N I T Y

XLVIII

toxic
by: Kiana O.

tell me, your lordship and ladyship. tell me why i am wrong. i've misplaced my heart again through this cabin we've been i been wanting to see, forsaken, forgotten, alone now, i be.

cut me off, tear me down and down, to a swindling swirl of tongue-tied speeches and hoaxes and vows of mutiny, i defy me.

i take a deep breath, and swallow my system of mischief and misery, paired and bowed in a gleaming array of rose-scented ribbons and fable, i seek solemnity in the eyes of the beholder, yours.

i seek what's beneath your flesh, and your soul, and your yearnings and wishes and dreams ought to be mine, you are chained, you are possessed, you are mine. i am not.

i see we do not meet eye to eye, nor agree to disagree. we battle and fight in wars of knives and throws and punches and stabbing and crying, yet here we are. drinking from the wine of lead, i bleed.

it's a game, it's a ploy, a little bout of push and pull and games where we lose, the dice we've crushed, the pieces we've chewed and spat out, you and i, we've checkmate ourselves. we've no place to go.

we are not, as they, meant to be. and i, as i feel, is. and you, as you are, know. so we better go, and leave ourselves some peace to die, leave ourselves be. let us go. let you go. let me go.

goodbye.