You aver to me your fidelity
“I’d never cheat”
Oh I don’t doubt that
You love me as your one and only
As your parasitic partner
I haven’t the privilege to leave
Nor to peel you off of my arm
Only to tend and to nourish
Till the point where you suck me empty.
You simple creature
Quarrelsome wife whom I refuse to live with
You won’t catch me on the roof
For I will get away, far far away
Your love I might sense
And even be softened from time to time
But I am no filter
I don’t tolerate lukewarm
You are either in or you are out
100% or nothing at all
I will either accept or reject your entirety
It is not in my nature to absorb half
And keep out the other half of ugly residue
Yet all along it is I in the folly
Rebuking the splatters on your face
While I drown in my own mawkish tears
Me, the spoiled daughter of a noble lord and lady,
I demand that my dolls obey
Or I rip out their cotton stuffings
They, the attendants of my tea party
Ought to please the will of their hostess
Your love is pure in flecks, muddied in others
Mine is the rose in the Beast’s garden
One whose thorns prick if you dare to step out of the line
Now, which is better, which is worse?
And which is utterly toxic?
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