Betrayal

At first, it wasn’t just a cloud,

when it thumped like a sledgehammer;

bones cracking, shrieks of agony

turned to grunts, reduced to whimpers;

pitifully crushed and disemboweled.

More like a stray dog rummaging

a rotting wound torn open fresh,

barking at her for having bled,

ripping her heart out of her chest;

Chomping, sloshing, happy munching.

But now, it just looms like a shroud,

blinding me and burning my lungs,

slowing my heart and beating my ears,

using shame to cut out my tongue,

from drinking wine to bleeding out.

I wish it was like a weapon

so I could at least mend the wound,

see the crime play out with my eyes,

not leave here so very confused

when the dog knew his intention.

From bleeding out to drinking wine,

back to bleeding, back to drinking;

come back, my sweet boy; I am yours.

Why don't you want to finish me?

Here, sweet boy; would you be so kind?