You’re a walking, talking
Diary
Spreading my thoughts from nine to
Three
My apologies for trusting you my
Diary
I wanted confide in you but you’re just
Too mean
My private life is public because of my
Diary
I assumed that I could share without everyone
Seeing
I’m sure it’s my fault for venting to a
Diary
‘Cause they brought it to a printer and printed
Out copies
Fool me once, shame on that
Diary
Fool me twice, put pages in a shredder
Unquietly
I’d like to say I’m sorry, dear
Diary
It’s been a long day full of
Tired pleas
You’re a sprinting, shouting
Diary
Announcing all my
Anxieties
Next time there’ll be no
Diary
And all my life and all my thoughts’ll be
All
For
Me

There.
Do you see it?
She’s gone and figured it out again
Gone and solved it again…
Gone. Away. Again.

No matter how many times I may
try
and trap her!
Treat her!-…
She breaks out.

Its truly pathetic,
Really
It is
Like watching a rat squirm around in a cage
Guts spilling out through her mouth
And moistening the concrete around it
With the gushing. burning. blood
Until it dies..
Again

I’ve taken her ability to speak
To see
To feel- anything(!) that is not agony

Time goes on but it’s stopped for her
She moves slowly enough where
s e c o n d s
Seem like
E O N S
That’s be nothing to me,
But I’m sure you can see how I could feel even
slightly
FRUSTRATED
with her refusing to give up

How many times do I need to
Take her apart
And
Scramble her back together?!

I could take her
Tongue out
And
Tie it through her like a metal tube

Or
Peel her skin off
And
Force it into other places like a child’s jigsaw puzzle…
But that would just be repetitive

It takes lo n  g   e     r
And
L O  N   G    E     R
for her to. To
JUST die
Each time!

….
What’s a god to a speck?
She barely casts a
shadow
On my hand when I hold her
So I suppose.
It’s just
‘Fascination’
At this point