Thursday, January 1, 2015

as if.

you look at my limp limbs
my poker face
my indifference
in horror and astonishment

your brow furrows
your lips curl
when you hear the accusation against you
you wail and wail of protest and defense

as if you did not hear my cries when you pushed me down
as if i did not beg and plead
as if i did not reach out