all out of nice

your day of reckoning is approaching
and the sweet beauty
of your own demise
will carry you there
affected. afflicted. absolved.
as you knew and wished it to be

you carry yourself with such assurance
on stepping stones of eggshells
only I can hear the crisp din
of the crushing sounds
of your own insecurities
evident to me from the beginning

hiding behind a veneer of indifference
I see right through you
your mask of plaster and mache’
appears as glass to me
I warned you our paths would cross
despite your pre-arranged itinerary

this convergence of energies
inevitable and pre-destined
from our beginning dance
the cleansing of you and the purging of me
shall occur, girl. even as you run
the pain testing your mettle, as I am all out of nice…