By Jacq Mayoral Olascuaga
Your throat is small, small enough for a hand to wrap around
How’s it feel? Knowing that your undoing will be caused by a single hand?
You can cry, scream or scratch, but you won’t. You could. But you won’t.
There’s still a small part of you who loves me, not the pain but that never mattered,
That’s why you’re letting me do this
Honestly, I never meant to hurt you, despite everything.
I’m just so angry and you’re just so helpless
Will an apology ease your pain? Can this given grief even warrant one?
The hand squeezes harder, there’s no temptation to stop
All there is is-