Rot / Toss

a heavy throat in the stench

of what you do in shadows.

on satin sheets stained with lust.

silver glass shatters.

reflecting the dark.

glances exchanged.

eyes lingered in forbidden places.

under table feet touched.

wine hits face.

eyes drop.

glass shattered under my feet.

i step down anyway.

bleeding two broken bonds.

behind the decay

this movement is an autopsy of the exact moment you realize a bond has turned completely toxic. when you are dealing with a relationship breakdown, your intellect might try to rationalize the pieces, but your body always registers the truth first. the heavy throat, the stale air, the literal stench of emotional stagnation — your skin keeps a flawless record of the debt before you ever find the courage to speak it out loud.

originally, these lines sat in my notebook archive under a different framework. but by letting the text flow in a raw, vertical stream, i wanted to perform the sharp, cold finality of walking away. when you step down onto shattered glass, it hurts. your feet bleed. but the physical pain of that exit is infinitely lighter than staying in a room that is actively rotting your foundation.

this marks chapter two of the betrayal & exit series. explore the opening movement, i hate doing laundry, running live on the unfiltered lives homepage.

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