spitting venom

I feel like

you punched me in the face

and I am spitting out blood and teeth

more than I ever knew I had

 

You held me by the neck like a mewling kitten

"look at this mess you’ve made"

"you look at this right in the face"

and there it was

all of my forgotten mistakes

the things I did out of fear

in an ugly grisly soup

still shiny

reflecting both of our faces

 

 

 

later

the fog across the road was so thick and you wouldn’t look at me

I tell myself it’s because you still feel our souls pulsing together

 

but I think it’s because you can’t stand the sight of me

and this mess I’ve made

the blood still dripping from my chin