When I am alone
Bent quiet on the grey chair in the bedroom
Laundry squished beneath my lower back
Claw marks on arms
anger like a freight train
my red hexagon
A tiny crossing guard waving from the tracks
So obsessed with protecting people
saw it coming
All day small, small, small
Hot wet shame
Ugly little cry face
I did it too.
Bad day for screaming.
Will the yearning end now?
Is this how you felt?
