Poke my eyes out. Give me an alibi for being so sightless. Cut my tongue off. Give me a reason for this enduring silence.
Oh, I forgot. You already kind of did.
Sometimes they creep and sneak and slither and slime and cajole. Piggy eyed leery sneery stinking breath reeking sweaty and boozy. Sometimes they just take what they want by force with barely a word said.
Barely a word said was better. As if it was ever an either or situation. Laugh. Out. Loud.
I find the poison of see what you made me do tends to linger.
Not Only Me.
You too. I know.