poison

A twisted knife in the
Darkness.

I choose not to see the spreading
Poison.
It taints the terrors I wake to in nighttime
Walks. The running and fleeing from domestic dread.

You left it inside me without my knowledge.
A curse paid forward of neglect and un-care
We thought in royal plural but there was never a pair.
Just spinning atoms in that slant of light,
Certain only of that predetermined end.

So all that is left are questions and ticking
That purple thread weaving through my days
I know that hiding is no way to move
But what else can i do.