I watch him fall
To the ground
My impish smile the only feature
Visible to onlookers
My hair-
Too long to all-
Drapes over my eyes
Only he can see the furnance
Behind my eyes
Cooking me in and out
Sweat leads down and blinds me
I like the top of my lip
The bitter taste of a job well done
A mix of iron and salt
I take one last look before
Clearing the thought of him from my mind
My rampant mind
Will it ever give me peace
Will it ever-
I release my white-knuckled grasp
Watch the
Iron and salt coated object fall
To the ground