disappointed

You set your face in cynical lines
 
         seen too much
         of the world
         and it all disappointed
 
You claim to be evil
like that makes you special
 
but we have all hunted, killed
We are monsters deep down
when the skin is scraped away
on sharp bits of emotion
                     
         almost awake
         in the taste
         of other people’s tears
 
 
I can see your words -
a big black ribbon stretched
between us, violent
 
Feel my truth crawl over
your skin like insects
or the buzz of electric currents
 
Breathe in this power,
choke on it
 
as fear settles in your belly,
low and real
and your face cracks – disappointed