the waltz
Curious glances exchanged over frames of thick-rimmed glasses-
(“I’m a hopeless romantic with a
broken heart,” you said-)
as you watched her dance and spin around
and around
and around
(the knife in my back plunging further
into my flesh with each turn)
a Cheshire grin playing on her lips as she whispers sweet nothings into your ear
(around, around, around)
