Your simplicity is lost on me,
lost – because I don’t care. Lost in that
space in my head where I put the insignificant.
Meaningless people. Meaningless questions.
Meaningless lip service.
Your taunts are not unnoticed but they are
I will ignore you for now. I will quietly
imagine my fingers wrapped like bleeding cable ties
around your throat. Chocking you. Watching your pupils
retreat into your darkness, the hell that waits for you.
The silence that will make me a happy woman.
Washing my hands is easy,
and you will not be missed.
Not by anyone.