The steady ticking of the clock
Was once the beating of my heart
But now, it jumps erratically—
The feeling— of a skittish bee
Incessantly buzzing—
With no intention— of leaving—
That's you.
You're in my ear.
You're in my brain.
You're stinging— my heart.
And maybe— I'm just letting
Your toxicity melt— me
From the inside— out.