Response

It’ a race against time
For the retort I need to make,
My mind moves through the gears,
But I’m coursing with spite and so words evade me,
I just know I have to hurt in reply.

I shift my weight to the right,
And hold onto the counter,
So you can’t see my trembling arm,
Frustration swelling from the impact I have to make,
Fusing with my frustration of you.

A test noise,
A sample of my fury,
A high pitch reconnaissance,
A detoxification of my vocal nerves,
A cough to hide it.

I shoot a look that seems to resonate,
I’m thinking too hard to know just what it is,
Hate, mixed with resentment and fear,
The retraction of your eyeball, pregnant with tear
It hit the mark and I’ve bought some time.

The metronome is moving to my tempo,
I feel the control bestowed to you all this time,
I puff my chest out,
Breathing deeply in sigh,
As I find my core.

I step forward, you back,
I breath in, throat clear,
Eyes bursting yours,
You have hurt me so fucking much,
I reply
‘But I love you’