XLI.

So let's get this out and onto the table.
I cut people down, around the middle of their thighs, whenever I am able.
I bit my tongue until the point that it bled,
but believe me when I tell you I remember every rehearsed word you've ever said.
I'm only making suggestions. "Perhaps you will be dead when all of this is through."
A loss of certitude as the C.O.D. was the conclusion that I drew.
My inability to to take people as sincere is becoming far outspoken.
Your constant stranglehold set upon my neck has left me choking.
I'd like to vivify your recollections of our love.
You always point out what it wasn't, never what it was.
Now I'd like to substitute this rock I've been sleeping on for something softer, possibly making my sleep less non-existent on nights like these. Blank stares at blank T.V.'s.
So sorry for the disconcertion that I've set upon you in a present tense.
It comes from a magnified inaptitude also known as lack of experience.