Nine in the morning
And the crack between us widens.
A low rumbling starts in my chest
Where my heart used to be,
Growing louder and stronger until
I’m shaking
With silent rage.
The fault line gapes
Tearing up my insides.
Once my pain was your agony.
Now it is your laughter.
I listen to your laughter until
I’m crying
With silent rage.
Ten in the morning
And I’ve bad enough of us.
The door echoes when it slams
The sound of an earthquake.
The rumbling consumes me until
I’m dying
With silent rage.