You’re out there and you don’t think that anyone can see those things that you do when no one’s looking because you do them when no one’s looking but I can see you and I can see them.
When I pass you in the street and our eyes meet and we don’t exchange any words and you draw your shoulders in from the cold I can see those things that you do. It’s in the eyes.
They’re tired and sad and weak and they betray you.
They betray the roots setting in your soil and you should know that once they set they’ll grow inward and ensnare your heart faster than you thought was ever possible. They’ll tighten their grip like a dog’s jaws during a kill frenzy locked on the cat’s throat while the owner pleads and pleads with it to let go and the cat’s not dead yet but he looks it because he’s still.