eye of her storm

Beyond the quiet vibrations of his foot tapping nervously on the floor

And the click of his chattering teeth,

Her breath is a soft whisper that drives him into a new oblivion.

Chastised by the unshed tears that cry inside her mind and outside reality,

But merciful vibrations from his foot;

They pull her into the spiraling until he becomes the eye of her storm.

The rights and the wrongs all seem to blur into a dangerous circular argument.

They're written clearly in the Bible,

The ones they like highlighted, the ones they don't covered in dust.

Beautiful truths left untold for the sake of magnificent lies; stop lying.

I don't want to hear your stories.

But no matter how many times he says it, she isn't real. She doesn't cry.