If I Could Walk Away

Your presence overwhelms.
You lie, yellow teeth piercing
through a sadistic smile,
drink in hand,
cigar in mouth,
lies on lips.

If I could walk away,
my suitcase full of heartache,
there would be no better time than this.

I fill your glass,
and stare into your eyes,
with so much hatred that it overflows.

?Kristina Kennedy 1999