Glint

Misused, confused,
My trust abused,
Your burning hands
Were not refused.

My life forsook,
Your touch, your look;
My reputation,
Cost enough.

But how you lied,
I'm cast aside,
My dreams, destroyed,
To feed your pride.

And now that
 By your hands to die,
I see it now,
The reason why.
That devil quick,
to spite, to fly,
The glint, that evil,
In your eye.

Chop Chop

Don't......

Chop. Chop.

He can't see me can he?

No. No. Nonononononno. 

Why has it......

Door. 

Hide.

Small, smaller.

 Not small enough.

Stop please stop please stop. 

I won't tell.

Please.

I. (breathe, breathe)

Won't. (breathe, breathe)

Tell. (breathe)

Don't smile at me like that.

Chop.  

Chop. Chop.

Flat Pack

I'm caught in a wave of can't-quite-maybe

Brought on by a bout of  'someone save me!'

WHERE THE HELL DOES THIS LAST SCREW GO??