not this time

im not listening

im not listening

im not listening

I could hold my hands

over my ears

close my eyes

and disappear

but not this time.

.

.

words, yours, theirs.

used to hurt.

into a tiny ball id go

as my insides

caved on in

and the light

receded.

into the ball id go.

as tears dribbled

and snot escaped

shaking took hold

why me, why, why me

but not this time.

.

.

this time is different.

.

red, I see.

stronger, fiercer, I be.

you may say what you think

do what you like

it make no

differential

to me

.

.

I been

bit

hit

chewed

spat

rolled

stuck

flicked

licked

scraped

stabbed

scratched

roped

poked

peeled

and flayed.

.

.

and im still here

bitch.


kpm©