FoolProof

Your tears resemble a mountain of waterfalls,
and I wonder if my heart could beat any faster.
The bushes over here feel like plastic.
Moaning plastic begging for sex and an ashtray.
Just like you. 

Every time I inch toward your front door,
my foot makes a noise and I shutter,
scrambling to get back to safety.
your face lights up, and you look out the window
and only see the dog,
chained up in the back yard, smiling at you.
Oh, I wish you’d look a little closer.

His mouth is hanging open because his guts are crawling through his teeth.
And the blade I held earlier is about to break through his skull.
I wonder how long you neglected to feed him,
because his rib cage is bursting through his fur.
Just like I tried to burst through you.
Isn't’t it wonderful when the doctor kills the patient,
and the patient doesn't’t even scream?
There’s a time for everything, Mon Amie.
A time for everything, even for you to hiccup your last breathe.

My head is at the stage of spinning,
because I can’t remember how I planned this to be foolproof.
Nothing is safe anymore, is it?
I have to jog the bases and pray I land at home.
On home, rather, because I keep losing the grip on my shoes.