That malevolent, disapproving look in your eye,
The way your lip upper lip flicks upward,
Revealing freshly sharpened teeth,
And a tongue slithering like a snake,
Ready to whip its biting insults,
Like casually disguised bullets,
At my knees.
"Round 'em up," you say,
"Wrap a rope 'round their necks,
And hang 'em by the trees.
They aren't human at all.
You aren't human in the worst sense of the word."
Well, now it's my turn,
To smear that blood-soaked dust,
Into your wounds,
To slam you nose,
Into those death-drenched branches,
To snap your arms in half,
The way your lazily veiled abuse,
Snapped my soul.
Your ceaseless whining,
Your bigoted assertion,
That all of us must adhere,
To your preconceived notion of the "perfect human."
It's all stupid,
Ridiculous,
Unwarranted.
Tell me:
What about the way I am,
Made you look at me and think:
"Perhaps I'd be doing the world a favor,
In shoveling a little more crap into her life.
Because she,
Certainly hasn't been dealt her fair deal already."
?
Just a little more suffering will make it all better.
Just one more slap the face,
Will no doubt knock them back into place.
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In My Mind's Eye
PoetryIf life is but a dream, I will never achieve lucidity. #6 in Poetry (2/14/2022) Runner-Up in the Metaphorically Spoken category of the Summer Sun Awards, 2016 Cover by Seth Yurchisin (IG: @sjyurchisin Note that none of th...
