last word

I have to return to the battlefield of intimate vengeance    
where the stink of blood rotting is venomous    
and speak the last word.    
     
Like a compulsed gambler, I can not sit still in my losses.    
My stomach is weak, I am tortured by the nastiness    
of a bad taste      
left in my mouth,      
     
they have to be flavored right, my goodbyes.      
     
I'm in a new house with new people and new sounds.    
The clock across from me seems to be broken    
it keeps tripping and ticking      
loud on the same second    
 
for hours now.    
 
Like me,  
until I spoke  
the last word.