the anger within me thrums deeply,
the way she speaks to others so sweetly,
and then turns to me and—
monster is all I use to describe her; double-tongued.

she cuts my skin deep with a silver dagger,
blood flowing as I try to run but instead I stagger
it anchors me down and weighs me under,
digging deeper with every move and blunder

I scream and cry but suddenly I'm under water,
and I'm drowning as my head feels like it's been hit with a hammer
the pain throbs and I feel my blood rushing in my veins,
I try to hold on to something but her hands are on the reins

I knew this since the start,
but I never knew that she took part
it pained me and still does
as the little locket in my heart collects dust