swirling sound spills
from your mouth. it
comes forth tumbling--
a twig over a waterfall.

your voice, distorted by the
crackling of a weak cell phone
signal. it sound even more
distant than it really is.

here it comes-- those
words that i didn't want
to hear. the ones that
i should have seen coming.

"you don't pay attention to me."
"you forced me to do it."
"you never do anything for me anymore"
"...i thought you were going to leave me."

i sat in the corner, ashamed
that it had to come to this.
and things can't be the
same since that day.

ots. bad. etc.
i just needed to do something that would get me writing again.
criticism will motivate me.