I faked a fit of laughter,
masking my desire to cry,
resisting the urge to let it out,
and all the while,
she stands there,
tall and merciless,
unaware of the truth,
she has released,
filling the air,
words,
filling the air,
they hit my chest,
bruising my already tender skin,
these thoughts far from comforting,
small thoughts suffocating me from the inside,
intoxicating my system,
leaving me,
leaving me,
uncontrollable,
she leaves the room,
and the laughter it turns,
it turns,
to tears and wails of pain,
for this small slip of the tongue,
has left my heart to ache.