Sally Weston Ziph

Another attempt at a poem. Just felt something and needed to get it on paper. Missed you ladies last week! Hope I get to see you next month!

Your Torture

And here you are again.
Relentless.
Making my heart beat faster, harder for nothing.
And here I am again.
Hanging on the words you never say.
Your torture.
You’re torture.
How can I not read between those lines of silence?

You smile so impassioned with indifference.
And my heart snags on the corner of your lips
bleeding out everything that keeps me going until
I am left
with only
a drop
and I cling to it to survive
waiting for the end
so we can start again.