Betrayal

The stab in the back is the easiest

At least in the immediate instant

Empty

First, a moment of no consequence

The previous unfathomable curiosity slowly being answered

Will the blood spurt?

Will the odor reek?

Will the thirst linger?

Will the hand stop shaking?

Upon the execution

Of this only known solution

Will the heart be finally satisfied?

Next, the activation of the senses

Of normalcy

The air is suddenly breezy

The soul is suddenly cold

Earth, o how solid

This is not the other world

Finally, the most hateful of all

Reason

The arrows of logic that shot through the mind

Neon streaks upon their wake

Clarity in its silence

Only,

The expected answer

Had spouted more confusion.

Get me out of here.