Domestic fornication with a smile

Does this shade of agony suit me

It’s so pathetic at times

The thoughts seem to go on forever

The relentless gnawing of rats

as they worm their way under your skin

soft and warm under a blanket of snow

It twists you into something dark

It makes you feel numb

cherish the snatched pieces of joy

or the moments without misery

seek them out whenever you can

angry words upon the wind

memories that you never forget

reverberating sounds interrupting the quiet

the emptiness in your own heart

the torturous ticking of the clock

I wonder which is more painful