I'm betrayed!

and you,
you don't know betrayal
until you've met it, point blank,

and I want to become unnoticed,
blend with the linens
or irreversibly fade.

I'm unwell!

coiled and pale,
drained of the courage
to stand up and consult
the deaf.

The dark we've both hastily buried,
now leaks through my back
and soaks the bed.

Something crumbled
into the pit of my stomach,
or a nagging question
gave roots in my head,
maybe lungs softly deflated
or the strings
that once harnessed the heart
could not handle the strain, and
snapped.