To Finally See You

Grinding you in the coal black mortar of my expectations, I know your substance is not one to powder under impact And yet I work here, feverish, to prove my trepidations wrong I grind you, harder against the walls, and you never powder, You are shards of glass, getting smaller and smaller, Cutting through the walls, straight into my skin I cry out in a thousand minuscule pains, As you enter mercilessly into my bare flesh Tinkles flair as the wind blows upon the incisions I sparkle in the night of our plight, Terrorized by the horrors I have constructed, Toying with you… you…the finesse tool to my agonies You gained control of me like a mimed puppet master, The binds I had tightened upon you asphyxiating my sanctuaries, Tied along you, and twined around me Silent, smiling, seething… You begged me to scream Your glass shards icing into my pupils, through my brain, And out into the recesses of all my verbalized fears I shove the remaining shards into my fleeting sight, A hawk screeching, being stabbed in the eyes by its own feathers Expelling blood and tears …matter and might, All I wanted to do was finally see you… To take in the scent of my grounded version of you So long though had I whiffed in the potent poison you always were, Too long, as it no longer has the same effect my nostrils numb for…