The mask you put on mercy couldn’t have been more cleverly devised.
I should have expected nothing less
from someone so twistedly brilliant.
You gave me the gift of loneliness.
So sharp and vacant
But its prick didn’t draw out the blood,
Just the realization.
She climbs to a window.
He says he’s going to cut his wrists.
She washes down a bottle of pills with a glass of tea
and he makes her throw it up
a mess with chunks of dignity in it.
And I think: Thank you.
For sparing me such trivialities.