You gave me your word,
whatever that was worth.
Judging by the aftermath,
not much.
The end begins,
not with a cry,
but with a promise
that it’s enough.
Grapes are bound
to wither on the vine,
a very fine distraction
from an old enemy of mine.
I’m too busy,
stomping last year’s failures
into wine
to come and save you
from selling me out.
Why would I
stop you?
Why would I
deny you?
Why would I
dismiss you,
moments before
your big reveal?
You’ve cloaked yourself
in a fashion
of haute couture
and victimhood,
in an effort to conceal
your true intentions.
Successful until now,
you’re about to expose yourself,
revealing all your little secrets;
the things that have made you
so pathetic
and forgettable.
Don’t stall for time,
you might as well
just get it over with.
I have been on to you
for quite a while now.
Naked and afraid
isn’t quite the same.
The virtue’s in the eye,
the body knows the name
of every little lie
and you have them in spades.
The difference
between being honest
and being exposed,
is the value of shame.
Play me
like an old piano.
Sell my bones,
a bit of dust.
I’m acquainted
with your lies now,
won’t waste time
on any trust.
So let’s begin
this evisceration;
yours, not mine,
just so we’re clear.
Appropriate for this situation,
humiliation
and fear.
At least now I know
you’re human;
those aren’t crocodile tears.
HG – 2018
