Apart

We should divorce, he says.

I open my mouth,

To negotiate, to compromise,

To beg, to plead

 

A single moth escapes.

I start to scream,

My entire body shakes with the sound,

But it is the fluttering of thousands of wings.

 

I burst apart.

Flying off into a hundred directions,

Each of them different, terrifying,

All of them free.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s