Angry People Trigger Me
Angry people trigger me
I am terrified of them,
pushing myself into a tight ball
sliding into the cracks between the floorboards
I cannot get away fast enough
They might as well be carrying machine guns
and machetes and hatchets and hammers
my body shrivels up and dies
I slide into a place I do not fit
trying to get away before the blood bath
always expecting to be the first one mangled and killed
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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