Stop by Abbie Arnold

I am not yours
to interrogate,
to tear apart with attention.

I gave you what I could,
and all you did was ask

Now all I have
is mental images
and silent weeping before sleep
drowns out my awareness
and forced laughter
and fingernails squeezing blood
from the shadows of my skin
and rejection; loud, barreling
and giggles
and irritation
and anger
diminishing patience
a wasteland of resounding




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