Fourteen years
thirty minutes
fifteen seconds I”ve
held this grudge
Eleven songs
four full journals
thoughts of punishment
I”ve expended
Not in contact
not a letter
such communication
telepathic
you”ve been vilified
used as fodder
you deserve a piece
of every record
But who”s it hurting now?
Who”s the one that”s stuck?
Who”s it torturing now
with an antique knot in her stomach?
I want
