Illusions End

Hopefully this needs no description. If it does, I'd say I haven't written it well enough. :)

Illusion's End

The bubble pops,

its shards cold and cutting,

penetrating my surface.

Blood and tears flow,

hot, accusing against

my skin.

Why? I ask and,

examining,

make no effort yet

to remove your teeth from me.

I let myself be convinced,

helped you build this dream,

this illusion.

There is no one

but myself to blame

no one else to act as witness

to our deceptions,

and as I accept this, wincing,

I stand,

alone but stronger,

and, little by little

I pull you from me.