Mrs Capulet

It goes
rib
dip
rib
rib
dip
tissue-
but still nothing bleeds.

It's nice for you to sit back knowing I'll destroy myself alone anyway.

There's stability in sobriety
but is friction at all sobering
I feel needles that I can't stomach
with redemption ever plummeting

lack all genuine motivation
never was one to be patient

yet for you my hands are waiting
my eyes are weighted
sights set on emptiness
because that's all there's been
since you left

and my words fall to pieces again.