silver spoon

you had a girlfriend
once, beautiful
and cultured,
an artist,
who call you a non
entity.
you had to look it up
to get the full
meaning of her
gentle insult.
but you thought about
it, and she was
right. she sucked
the life out of you
to the point where
you weren't there,
you were silent,
empty of words.
a body without bones,
in observation
mode, waiting for
the chance to sneak
away in the middle
of the night,
digging a tunnel
with one of her
silver spoons
that you stole