Clarence

If you thought I would relent

That I am a problem you can run from

That I am a skeleton to lock in your closet

That you can disappear for months

And find me still smiling 

If you thought you could crawl back

Into my open arms 

You were wrong

I have only had more time to grow angrier

You tempt fate

You tempt Italian powders from my sleeve

Into your cup

I am done.

I am done smiling, I am done loving,

I am done begging for forgiveness

Perhaps if you had faced me like a man

I would have forgiven you

But it is too late for this, for us

For you now

Are you afraid?

Are you afraid of fire?

Wiser to be afraid of water 

My rage is a witch's wind 

An endless bellow 

A maelstrom; 

And you are my shipwreck.