by Gitana Deneff
Tears threaten to fall
Vibrations from your
Banshee screams
Knock them over
And they spill out.
Heat flushes in my cheeks
Destroying my mind
With every bludgeoning word
I speak my reasoning
And you dodge,
Counter with
Your lies.
They hit me
Between my eyes.
The impact
Sends me stumbling
Into silence
Marking the end of our
One-sided discussion.
Last updated May 18, 2011