Crash

Whore.
The Word dripped out
of your repulsive mouth
like pure deadly venom.
You bit hard,
fully aware of the weight
of that word
as it hung in the air
until it began to burn,
igniting from the fury
radiating off of my soul.

Apologies
came spewing out
of that arrogant mouth,
wet and meaningless,
simply there because
you noticed
my tightened jaw,
my clenches fists,
screaming with desire
to make contact
with your thick skull.

The only thing
which held back
my aching fist
from pounding against
those overly enormous teeth
in that loathsome mouth,
was that you were driving,
and had I taken
the chance
and knocked you unconscious
we would have crashed.



We crashed anyway.