you have deprived yourself
so foolishly
of sharing shame in all its glory
watching it spin and spin in pirouettes
whimsical as in a dream
you have betrayed yourself
so foolishly
in senseless conversation
servant of a void all polished with deceit
you bite your tongue until its tender
your hair is growing into knots
a corpse decaying oh so slowly
regret that lingers on your throat
