Together,alone
we talk
about everything
and nothing.
A trail of years
laced together
with broken promises
threats and regrets.
You say I spit resentment
and share nothing of myself
while you
stand on the outside looking in.
The promise of love
held always at arms' length
demanding more in return
always more in return.
You ****** me in
and closed me down
trapped with the pain of old wounds
which you throw in my face
like acid
and I close the lid tighter
while the pressure builds
waiting to explode
and expose me.
1998 "Yacunah" Mayan word meaning :- inescapable poignancy of existence.