Do you loathe or just study the sound of "sincere"?
As it taps and taps at your gilt strings
Like a motor stuck in low gear.
You shift, you rev, you might be peeling outta here....

Goodgod this woman holds you so goddam dear.
Her own best interests disinterest her.
You fattened her well with your fistfuls of fear,
Deftly draining her of love to fill her up with despair.

Go: Go now, I spit words your way,
Then watch the words dissipate just short of your ear.
You are sleeping, and loudly, and I am alone.
A woman once human now rendered in stone.

Shapeless stone, bleached rock, precious-gem-free.
Blood pumped like fossil fuel out of me.
History. Geography. A map of the past.
Proof that pouring fear onto love creates a noxious gas.