If I breathe deeply,
if my words carry too much weight
or if I inadvertently slip and show the seams of my darkest thoughts,
you are there, brandishing that whipping post, ready to teach a lesson.
I can’t escape the voyeuristic fetishes that you’ve made habit,
The peeking from behind closed curtains,
The chipped nail polish, as you chew your fingernails to the quick,
The endless litany of excuses and paltry misdemeanors tossed aside
with yesterdays *******.
You see me much more clear than I see myself and I wonder:
If I inhaled sharply would you seep into my bloodstream?