So cold.

Heart, numb

Mouth, dumb




Though I can feel the pressure, 

The fear, not yet confirmed.

But I turn down complacency.

I dread being cringed along the way.

By the unexpected.


Something’s fading

Smile, unobtrusive

Truth, unpalatable

Water on fire

Everything, always consensual

The stories, so typical


Words fail you

But before you catch your breath

Before you do

Imma do you the favour

Imma say it first….