muted but not wiped out
you forgot to erase
you might be hollow
but uttering words of despair
coil ’round an’ drown me
disappearing into your realm
with the grace of a dying fish
I had been fine before you
yet as I sat before you
your glare discerning imperfections
merely reflections of the monster
I stood before
scratching, digging and picking
bleeding and gouging
like it was I plaguing you
in your vast darkness
you were willing to plumb
my depths but not your own
creating caverns within
that were to be my grave
a coffin lined in blame
unable to slink away
it doesn’t seem to matter
your dust settled in my pores

© Megan Singer 2013