Crossfire

Caught in the crossfire of someone else’s cruelty

She tiptoes up my spine, testing for weak points

“They hate you.” She whispers,

Devouring my faith with an angry smile

I thought I got over girls like her, decades ago

but it seems I’m infected, have not fully recovered

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll forget her, and myself.

 

 

 

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Dead Space

Feeling overwhelmed, in this dead space.

Powerful and consuming. The small ‘d’ grows until

I’m hollow.

This Twenty First Century place, deflates me

Fluttering, numbing, until I’m needles, shaking to nothing.