I wish we were strangers
unknown to each other
like a pair of betta fish
separated for their safety

I still feel that old sorrow
like an ancient wine
fermented past shelf life
too moldy for anyone

That smile is poisonous
worms nestled in a snail
controlling all thought
to be eaten by the birds

Talons barely miss my skin
glazing over my neck softly
my only femme fatale

I sit quietly in my bed at night
reliving her reluctant death
her betrayal deep in my eyes
leaving her only with regrets