Betrayer

I’d rather have 

poison

in my cup

than have you 

drug my drink

what kind of friend

what kind of jackal

have you 

become. 

This kind of 

treachery is 

humorless

there is nothing

about it

that is capable of 

redemption

it is outside

of my understanding.

Let’s talk about

betrayal

about my 

birthday party 

invitation

I suppose you are 

not any friend of mine

after all. 

Lucky for you

I have traveled

through the tunnels

of the obscure

enough times 

to navigate this near darkness

to my 3rd floor apartment

and lock the door 

lucky for you. 

Waking up 

in the morning 

with my mind wiped 

it is just as well

that I didn’t 

have to go hunting 

for vengeance

because if you are 

only a scavenger

I don’t need to reserve

any kindness

in my dealings 

with you.