obstacles on aimless wanderings
July 8, 2009
i wasn’t going anywhere
when she came along with a mouthful of lies
to sate her spiteful vengeance
toward me for something i never meant to do–
though if i’d known i was doing it, i’d still have
said the same thing.
for i’m a liar, too.
i wasn’t going anywhere
when he came along with his admirable attire
to match what i desired, in an outfit.
and i went absolutely nowhere when i learned
what lived inside it. a liar and a thief, a
domino.
i wasn’t going anywhere
when he showed up again
and sunk his claws into my back
and i thought i liked the piercing, but
when you’re trying to be hopeful, anything
touching your heart feels good, even
when it’s something black and deadly, like a
snake, a creature harmless enough, so long as
you leave the ones with poison in their fangs
alone in the desert or the forest.
what could i do when the snake chased me down?
hunted me, made me prey?
made me pray?
made me.
that’s all that he was. i thought those fangs
were the claws of a dragon.
i wasn’t going anywhere
when he showed up to make it worse
living in close quarters and
talking smack about me to anyone with ears.
i never did understand who he was so
jealous of, to talk of me in such a manner.
after all, hadn’t i tried to be the most hospitable to him in
his time of need?
i guess it doesn’t matter when
lashing out is all you’re capable of.
i certainly felt the whip.
i was trying so hard to get to where i wanted to be
when
block
she was mostly sorry about
her inability to talk, as though
her whole mind had been glued shut
to keep everything quiet.
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