The Prey's Perspective

You stabbed hope into my bones

froze the feel of heartbreak into my body

so that now to think of you is a literal shudder —

shudder that lasts —

shudder that shatters my soul like an earthquake to it's planet.

How did you get in?

I'm usually locked.

No — always, I am locked.

How did you get in?

You've done something despicable —

to unlock whatever seems convenient for you and ignore the mess of emotion that is screaming from within me.

You've done a beautiful thing in a toxic way and

I'm not surprised

But I am suffering.

Again, I am suffering.

I could say thank you

for making me feel, but then I'd have to say

Fuck You

for making me feel all alone.