Intention, promise, threat --
Her god is intending,
Her life is promising,
Her sky is threatening.
Above all, hanging, creaking, swinging that sword
suspended
by the hair of I'll-be-the-death-of-you-someday...
Someday...
I'll rescue
I'll love
I'll be the last. damn. straw.
Someday...
For you
I might, I may...
Watch and see
You'll never know, little girl...
Just give me your attention
Watch forever and wait...
Someday?
Is that right?
Make your move then  --
All words --
Ritual and gesture up to my streaming hunted eyeballs;
Death eating the edge of its own rusty blade is the
Glitter of worth,
Of value, just so, just so, glitter only you know,
You horrible liar.
Someday, I'm going to --------- to you...
Oh yeah?
That right?
Then do it.
Help me. Kill me. Love me.
Come on and get me.
......oh no?.....
Then get out of my way.
Coward, damn you,
Miserable rotten lank-intentioned lying COWARD.
Your intentions wouldn't fool a child.
You'll do what?
You'll do what to me?
Oh you WILL, will you?
You WON'T.
LIAR.
You and your impotent cow-eyed declarations
of "If only...",
dangling us in limbo,
piling up like scrawled addresses to Santa in a dead letter office.
If only WHAT?!
What you want, huh?
You want me?
Oh, is that right?
Well, then come on. Come on.
Quit gerbilling around and DO SOMETHING.
Cut the sword down.
Off with my head.
Revive hope.
Follow through.
Kiss me.
Walk away.
DO IT.
Or I swear I'll torch the next pledge that comes down the pike.
Intention, promise, threat -- BE GONE.