Why
there is nothing to gain
but silence

opening and closing
swinging eerily in the wind
of the past
you
reveal those secrets
you swore never to uncover.
A confidence betrayed
- and now, mistrust
hangs in the air as a
thick greasy fog
white and billowing it clogs
my emotions and now

I sit here, on the toilet seat
in the bathroom
the clean white paper pressed against
my face
is this where you wanted me
all along?

crying myself to sleep at night
watching the moon rise
full of promise
but the frost splinters it away
into a million shining crystals
like those pathetic tears
for the lucky souls unguarded.

And I think to myself
as one must do eventually
(as the clock slows and contemplating becomes
the only reasonable option for the universe);
as the poison words
stop hurling
the wasted water weeps away
and there is silence...

what have you done?
For now, the raven calls.
Black.