Black Ice

wham! you tried … tried to tread upon me weight placed, committally body-to-heel, heel-to-sole sole … to soul my renewed spirit (since the aberration, You) such a grand target blossoming like ink on damp khadi so who wouldn’t, right? I mean … it was there, waiting … readily available seemingly compliant and you have to scrape your boots SOMEwhere … so … why not? (ah, why not, indeed!) only THIS time I was préparé and your balance betrayed you as you betrayed dreams desires … us - (as moonlight betrays the gloaming) … oh, those pretty pumps found their mark, alright but you should have looked closer - tread a bit more carefully cuz that familiar path had changed darkened, (by your apathy) hardened, (by your carelessness) and frozen, (by your coal-black heart) … thus … down you went - bam! in a lump of shock and consternation landing flat on your beautifully bloated ego and all I could do was smile … a pity, really and I AM sorry that you bruised your fat aspirations, my dear but YOU created this new creature I inhabit - shadowy beast that I am cold, hard truth of a monster your ex-doormat … your … black ice.