Gritting my teeth
I bite my tongue under my Mona Lisa smile.
Grating words intensify
The glare of the grin and glint of my eye.
We talked across an invisible curtain
Both of us using a second language
Trying to express our
You amplified the television
To hide our shouts
(I was never sure from whom)
You locked the door
I crumble bits of bread into miniscule fragments;
Chalk color on crimson cloth.
Your words pulverize my heart and soul;
Scarlet drops seeping into white shag