You were like breadcrumbs
left unpurposely by my digestion during breakfast
You stayed on the kitchen table 'til noon,
'til Mama swiped away the remaining crumbs,
I have lunch
with another dish--a different meal.
Something else, but not
My memory deceives me when fragments flashback.
I listen to the echoes humming in the chamber of malcontent
surrounded by breadcrumbs already stale
they furl through the storm of tainted serotonin
unpreserved by anger
unsweetened by regret.
Some days, I can see the sad delusion of reality clearly,
I can see every coiling contortion as your hand twisted the knife
making sure every word came out just right.
But not this night,
I've let go of your weight and let you sink
to feed amongst the bottom feeders
maybe that's how you saw me
but you underestimated me
and my appetite for spite borders on salacious.
Drag me around knowing full well
I cannot resist you.
Leave a trail of breadcrumbs
or promises of love to see how far I'll walk
behind your chariot,
while I idolize your crown
and make excuses for your sins.
Would you leave me lost?
I could use the stars as guides,
and yet I could find
so much better
by the light of the moon.
Would you leave me breadcrumbs?
I hope the birds
would not have picked them clean.
There might be branches broken
through a rough pathway of trees
that I could follow
in hopes of tracking you.
O, but darling,
the darkness is absolute.
— The End —