your tone hovers
like an angry cloud of hornets
over the perfectly peaceful day
that i have said good night to.

i will tuck it away for now
knowing that its snippets of disgust
will linger in my dreams
blackening the blue of today’s sky.

you will know none of this.
as always, your stings come straight
from your rear end, piercing me
and then abandoning everything,
unaware of the pain you have inflicted.