you attack
no, you smile first
then attack
knife—
yeah
knife in my back
i pull it out
i always do
wipe it clean
make it pretty,
make it something i can use
now—i bite
i bark
i snarl
i growl
ink drips
no—blood
no—both
i write you down
line by line
every word you said
about them
about me
about everyone when you thought no one was listening
funny
now you run
now you hide
now it’s “please”
now it’s pride
say it again
say i’m crazy
say i’m unhinged
say it slower
so it sounds true
i don’t care
i don’t—
i do
i do a little
i do enough to be awake at two
you said i make us look bad
us?
there was never an us
just me
and the version of you
that smiles
the version of you
that cuts me in two
i feel stupid
god i feel stupid
like i swallowed every word you fed me
and asked for seconds
i feel dumb
but not quiet
not anymore
you don’t get quiet
you don’t get clean
i kept the knife
see it gleam



Comments (1)
Tina. I barely breathed reading this. It's brilliant and I am not the biggest fan of end rhymes but you nailed they right at the end and the rhyme felt so satisfying. I hope you're keeping your chin.up.anf smiling at least sometimes and that the catharsis is helping.