Inspired by some Sylvia Plath I was reading.
Is it beautiful?
Would you tell me someday?
In the end, surely
All our muscles scream:
I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
The last stab of guilt,
Tiny and too late.
I am just a shadow in your head now.
Fading...Where once I was light.
Women gather like flies
Keening like cats left out in the cold.
Wearing all their pretty things.
They are not real.
Reflected in that sharp red gleam.
I hate them anyway.
You left me, you lied.
Hot envy boils up, and happiness;
For you escaped the screaming.
I hate you anyway.