Elucidating Questions

Today I hung our story on your mirror

And walked away

Your silence is just one more place for the blue Angel’s grave

You can’t have a battle with no blood

Luckily

I’m not pregnant

Blood spilt

Blood paid

Blood fucking wiped away through stain or crying or knife in the skin

I have paid so much to you

I figured I should return what is yours

Your silence is funny

I’m not your whore.