it’s late
yet your threats
of bodily harm
still echo
in my mind
it isn’t often
someone announces
the pleasure they would take
in stabbing me
i just don’t
really know how
to handle it

i hope you are well
you’ll have to forgive me
but i shall cower
over here

still the squirrels
chitter at one another
in the trees outside
the bastards
have no sense
at all