It's come to my attention
That the **** has hit the fan.
I should've seen it coming
When everyone else ran.

Now I'm in the thick of it,
This mess that isn't mine.
I'm so slow on the uptake,
It happens every time.

Cling filmed breath, bubbling beneath asphyxiating
melodies of panic.

Bankrupt ideas are evicted upon exhalations that
circulate like vacant intentions.

My ears serenade inwards as the betraying moments
of a hearts symphony stagnating  into a destitute muteness.

you wonder why your fist bleeds
as i stand across from you with ****** teeth
and your only concern
is why your knuckles feel so raw
as my teeth fall at your feet, shattering
i am the one who was hurt
left to the pain, fed to the wolves
and yet you are the one crying
for your damaged skin
wondering, wondering, oh -
how dare you hurt me like this!

It's nature way
of competing
with women..