Bitch (II)

Today the sky is your ceiling, my love
There are walls around you but
They are only dull, thin copies
Of the real mountains that now
Shut you into isolation.

Do not fear that
You do not understand this.
Your eyes are never turned upwards,
Making this impossible.

I can relate to how you fail
To understand the skin you are in
Believe me, for all of us it is true.
Know that we must pack everything
Tight into our core to stay coherent.

The darkness you paint around your eyes
Does not smooth your edges but
Accentuates them with frailty.
The artificial sparkle betrays
The sickliness of how you must twist
To fit into your place in this world.

And I do worry. Occasionally.

You strike into me that new, nauseous fear
With your harsh, brazen peals of laughter
That stab me like deep violet blades.