Does she know?
that my heart throbs
at the sound of her ignorance
her mind,
her unforgiving inferno
scarring me with each self-serving word
spitting blame upon my naked soul
justifying her sadistic superiority
guilt's eating at my spine
tissue of tranquility
ripped from my body
paralysed by shame
powerless to her crooked finger of accusation
my defensive glaciers of redemption
melting down into her ocean of allegation
shelter of speech dissolving into doubt
mouths mirroring guns
both pointed at me
lips move in sync
insecurity rewires retaliation
I do not recognise my reflection
am I battling this woman of manipulation
or I am simply demolishing my self-worth
I'm unsure of what I've done
but I feel it in my sickly bones
it most definitely was wrong
must be my fault
must be
my fault.

she knows.