Bouncing inside my skull
Like poisonous darts
The words wanted out
You bastard!
You bitch!
You unspeakable unprintable word
To stoop so low as
To bring her here
To invade
My sanctuary
My peace
Now shattered
Outside
Visible
Composure
Perfect grace
Welcome to my home
Dan has told me so much about you
And left much to my
Imagination
Won’t you come in?
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This is my entry for Trifecta’s Challenge – Week 3. I can only imagine what life would be like if we did not censor our thoughts and allowed such to come out to play. There might be a collective sigh of relief – or a world shattered beyond recognition.
This made my heart hurt. The cadence of your poem adds to the painful emotions of the encounter.
Thank you for joining us for week three of Trifecta. This is a strong response. The emotion is palpable. Thank you for sharing it, and I hope to see you back again next week.