Betray
By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com

Your hands are arrayed with knives
To stab me in the back
When I'm unaware.
Your eyes are made of fire
To burn a hole in me
As you stare.
Your fingernails
Are claws
That scratch with a touch.
Your lips are poison,
Once roses,
I loved so much.
I dislike your voice
As it screeches
In my ears.
I hate every memory
Of all
My quiet fears.
And once, where your arms
Held me
Lovingly,
You embrace me in
A vice-like grip,
And laugh
Mockingly.
It's funny how
The world goes on
Turning, unaware,
Where the presence
Of a loved one
Will no longer be there.
Instead, monster-like,
You loom
In every thought,
And painstakingly remind me
That I've failed
In all I've sought....

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