While Below You

Below you the world looks so different.

As I look up into the mirror,

I can see your shoulders.

Below you I look so small,

so scared, so hopeless,

trying to claw my way through your back,

trying to hurt you like you are hurting me.

(This makes me think of the carpet on your ceiling.

how do you clean it?)

I have to kiss you,

an attempt to smother your mouth

the way your body smothers mine.

Revenge is so wet and dirty

and it doesn’t wash off the sheets.

It clings to them and swirls with the sweat.

The way your room swirls before my eyes,

while below you…

- Alexia