Cyanide

Words pour from her mouth like water, like poison. They wash around me, killing me slowly. It’s built up so gently, I didn’t even notice. Can’t handle it any longer, I’m half alive. Half dead. She’ll miss me, wonder where I am, if it was her fault. She’ll reassure herself that it isn’t, and I won’t tell her different.
How can you stand it? Watching, hearing, laughing. I tap your head, hear your brain rattle around inside. You can’t run away, not with me. Too trapped up in this web, you’ll never live.
You will never make it out alive.