As her dissonant voice
Plays malevolently across
Strings of my skull.
The car roars over the plain
Indifferent to my torment.
I scream
A wounded beast
Begging for mercy.
Solitude,
To lick clean the wounds
Inflicted by her forked tongue.
Her withdrawal is sudden.
She's played her game too long
Too far.
And has been bit
Poisoned by her prey.
We drive on across the fields of corn
All has changed and nothing is different.
