When I am silent,
and it’s all said and done,
will you bask in the quiet-
happy you’ve won?

No more complaints
slipping past my lips,
just peaceful quiet
and sometimes a kiss.

Will you be smug
while you rant through the day,
watching me nod along
with nothing to say?

That’s all you wanted, right?
Obedient peace.
An interesting woman to meet,
until she becomes what you please.

Or will you miss my words?
My fire? My song?
Will you miss my ranting?
Will my silence feel wrong?

Will you look in my eyes
and see through the glass?
There’s nothing there anymore-
only what you ask.

a moth mistook my lamp
for the moon,
and broke itself
believing
the light was love.

When you
Trapped in triangle
The default
Is to panic
The chance to escape
Down to
Terrible angles
Bounce sharp
And hard
Off of
Acute dense sides
Then sink
As pulp
As gravity
Revives.