Something left up
Up in the bathroom
A virulent odour used
To once be at war with
Your organs leave their attack-minded
Nature to all through
Your nasal tubes
Take something a little
Or draw it out a lot
Wasting the appeal
And I can feel it in the
Violence
Before
What your body would feel
In it
A self-sabotage
At once its war with you
Rages on
With me too
If we'd both recede something
From what we've learnt from each other's moods
Not willing or able to
Quite perceive the other
When we feel oppression
We go for the relief
If we find exultance
We go again with grief
When we get down low
We take it in to lift
If we can go lower
Then everything will drift
I can feel it in her
Silence