your claws gripping
a ruler
your hair
grey and tightly
knit into a bun
your smile so
shy
your teeth so
yellow
my words scribbled
on a page of crumpled paper
Do you love me? Yes No
with increasing speed
the ruler moves down
my mind unable to react
i wish i could say
the pain was the
worst
but your laugh
that followed
stung my dying thoughts.
