SOMETIMES I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES AND WONDER WHAT I USED TO SEE IN THE MURKY GRAYS AND WHAT KIND OF MUSIC I USED TO HEAR WHEN YOU SPOKE AND WHAT PLACE YOU TRANSPORTED ME TO THAT MADE ME WANT TO STAY BECAUSE NOWADAYS YOUR EYES ARE COLD AND UNLOVING AND YOUR VOICE SHARP AS THE EDGE OF THE KITCHEN KNIVES THAT ARE KEPT IN THE SECOND DRAWER AND YOU BRING ME - NO, THAT'S NOT THE RIGHT WORD - YOU TRAP ME IN THE SWIRLING BINDS OF YOUR MISERY AND IN THE COCOON YOU'VE MADE I SEE YOUR MOTHER, YOUR FATHER, YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER, AND THOUSANDS OF OTHER SAD FACES STARING BACK AT ME AND I WONDER WHAT MONSTER I'VE MARRIED MYSELF TO THE MOMENT I SAID THE TWO DREADED WORDS I DO BECAUSE I DON'T, NOT ANYMORE.
- BRING ME A KNIFE, I'LL END IT MYSELF [ALTERNATIVELY NAMED: MARRIAGES DON'T ALWAYS END NICELY - 7.6.16]
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