he is currency
for her emotional state.
a sad masturbate
waste of fate
flood gate
and the saltiest
tears
stream her face.
her tears
spear
angry arrows
to hollow
my heart
against her,
but all of this
is for him.
him:
mister invisible.
mister
makes her
miserable.
mister,
I didn't consider her.
all this water
work
wallowing
swallows us whole
and it is
mister
who wins.
