Scylla and Charybdis

The fingers sliding across the desk are a different colour
Different length and width so soft, so unlike mine

Yet unbearably identical-
Blood pulsing under your skin I see it sweet red

There’s a clock that lies heavy in my heart here
It keeps falling ticking down the slope, will it echo,
Explode- (Hopefully fly me across the chasm)

Would you have noticed?
Will they notice?

You know I couldn’t jump the distance
But it was either that or to remain in this furious
Time-lapse- free-falling-
Then sink into the obscure absence of your past

Can my body take, can it take what it can’t want-
Or should I sink below the floorboards
And leave the others out there fishing for you?

When you, you with your hard-faced game,
Descending so far you’ll end up down
Frolicking between Charybdis and Scylla-

I think I’ll just leave you there-
Yes, I’m fine with that-
To reel in these scarlet fish with their gruesome eyes,
Tiny rows of sharp teeth nipping at you-
Screeching snapping the air waiting for you-
Come on,
Why don’t you come and get it
Stop choking and just suck it up-
Suck in all that you can’t want
(But really need to have)

They churn  also in the water below you,
Flashes of frothy crimson crying blood into the sun-
And from this mirror I look through

I see all that you never saw, only because you never tried