the breezeway
seemed wider tonight
in a hard to describe
yet unsettling way
it was the same
in almost every
miniscule detail
except it appeared
nearly cavernous
nefarious in dimly
lit understated tones
of unbridled hostlity
teeming just at the
edges of vision
yet the tension is
palpable beyond the
keen of mortals it
beckons to the primal
lizard sunning itself
coiled tightly
around the brainstem
in the shape of a heart

i knew
as certainly as
when i first met
eyes with her
this could only
end badly
this time
i shut the door

one near death encounter
was enough to make me learn
to trust my
inner godzilla
i may never be
loved again
but the scars
remind me of her
in ways which
a hundred thousand
happily ever afters
could never hope
to erase