I will butcher your future.
Not right now
no
not when you would hardly care
if I dare
to leave.
One day
I will butcher your future.
It will not be pretty it
will not be the best day
you have had.
I understate it.
Now,
I am with you you are with me
even when you are not.
I am trapped.
We are the golden couple.
People pay to watch us live.
You like it. I cannot say
that I notice. I am too busy.
Too busy dodging the blows
too busy waiting for the next shot
too busy pretending this is real -
and cheating them into envy.
You are god now but
you will not stay that way forever.
My boy, one day I will butcher your future.
My heart is hardening my skin itches
to push you away.
When you are looking the other way
The shot will ring out.
Bye bye.
© Morney Wilson