i don't know
how to describe
the
dread
her name produces
puts forth in my chest
scraping at my ribcage
while compressing my heart
i think
if i ever have to see her again
and i will
i cannot stand it
simply imagining you with her
without me
tears me apart
like the tiger
so artfully drawn upon her side
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
