generica blanding

of your apathy is a mute and stifling fog.

once warmth wrapped a blanket – shared, cuddled, spooned.

now.  this leaden layer crushes all air.  steals. steels. my lungs, my life.

my love – color – faded from the dull gray glaze of your detachment.

choking on my failure to keep your heart impassioned.

i am loser. i am let down. too much trouble. not enough.

i inhale and i am gulping. suffocating. strained.

swallowing the thinnest vapor of your vanishing affection.

What is it that you think you know? And where might you have learned it?

From books you’ve read? From things you’ve heard?

From facts you took at someone’s word?

Did you pass the test? Did you make the grade? Did you nod your head?

Have you always obeyed?

Would a knife draw blood inside a box?

Or might you need to wield the blade?

pic by What What / CC BY-NC-SA 2.0

This mischief of mice started by a company of moles,

passed through a congregation of crocodiles,

while behind the murder of crows.

When the glaring of cats met the gaze of twelve raccoons,

they saw a crash of hippopotami crush the congress of baboons.

* pssst – feel free to ask for a hint!