Right (or Unraveled)

Watch my face
as you unravel
into chaos.
I see you
folding and unfolding,
pieces tumbling
into the empty.
Paintings and words
cannot capture
the roiling rage
buried in your belly,
the insidious inaction
chaining your wrists
to vice and lust and pain.
I am reaching
into the vastness
of the sea
to find your hand
but my fingers raise nothing
but weak splashes
and vacant vacuums
of your watery face.
See me,
for once.
Know I can ease
this heat
under your skin.
You know I am right.

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