half-formed confessions
with ripping out words from my mouth and
spitting them back; ugly, gruesome, deformed
you are not kind, or soft, or forgiving or
capable of imagining the intricacies of another human heart
you are rash and unyielding and
i hoped i would never have to meet your eyes again
but you've pushed back in and
made me feel small in the places i once felt strong
you have no right standing in my sunlight and
casting me in shadow
but i find myself weak in your dark and
there's a two letter word i can never seem to force out from behind my teeth
when you come near
S.
{Photo: Peta Clancy Works}