• Your name pours out of this stranger lips,
    And slides like the fog of a moonlit moor,
    It escapes the air and spills into my thoughts,
    the stranger pauses for what feels like an eternity,
    No words follow but bullets to my brain,
    My wound is too massive to be hid from those who watch,
    I stand there with an invisible bleeding hole,
    anger begins to fill the void,
    pushing out the rationality and reason,
    I disguise all this as false kindness,
    then I feel your hand on my shoulder,
    i’m unable to know anything but muted hate.