Poised
Bugging Out
Alone watching the logs burn
Sizzling as my heart after your words
Betrayal as breath lingers and sways
My eyes crackling from the brokenness and the fire
Where does your emphasis come from
To berate me, humiliate and tell me I’m lower than a bug and invisible as the squashing
Sloth- like moving towards the shower always turning the water gracefully on as I hear those uncomfortables
You callously and mimicry throw confetti insults in my face, head and body. But I ducked like a child playing tag
Can’t catch me as I hide behind an insult. As I see , with sadness , you gather yourself , bow with arrow and with no concern, casually aim and release the last piece of me
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2026
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