She’s had her eyelashes tinted

I felt shocked and disoriented.

It sounded like a reckoning in my ear

North, south, west, east, there and here.

Even if I decided to shut my ears –

to all head-scratching, the ear hears.

I sat quietly, musing on the repercussions

of her mood oscillations.

Seemingly the following day

I might lose sight, NAY!

It seems my head was below my legs

As shadow lurks around the eggs.

I had already failed to write a piece

Perhaps my only peace isn’t her peace.

I could have pitied my piety

but I wasn’t fully conversant with the way she conversed.

So her last word went like a sword

Look at me bleeding in a surgical ward

Should I fix the holy hand brake?

Or I should keep bearing the folly of heartbreak?