after a fight

by mickharris

if i could skim from your tongue

all of the lies you tell

i would drown in thick yellow sludge

miasma of glutinous half-truths sticking to my nostrils

crawling in my ears

bleeding down my throat


years of 

it’s a dynamic

it takes two to make a relationship

mutual respect

i don’t see it that way


it’s nice that you see it

through warped windows and crooked frames

it’s nice that you see it

exactly the way that makes you feel safe and warm

it’s nice that you see it

the way that paints you as the victim in broad strokes


it’s nice.

but it’s fucked.