I don't know that I really want to post this poem. It feels...I don't know. It feels like a lot of things.
This stupid every day poem thing...I'm very cross with this deal I made with myself right now. Very, very cross.
I kinda feel like this poem needs a trigger warning. I don't know that it really actually does, but maybe....so I'll just leave that here. Possible trigger warning sound fair?
(Also, as cross as I am, I've written 16 poems. That's a lot of poems, really. Especially for 16 days!)
Perhaps it was drowned out by the hissing.
Perhaps the rattling tail was too loud
he couldn't hear me
with his lethal charm
he slid down and around and in
smiled when I said it
hissed all the more loudly so my no
was nothing more than a cricket with one wing
chirping in a field
when you asked if you could give him my number
my answer was drowned out by your hissing.
Your tail rattled before you had even finished the question
your lethal charm and authority,
just by your very presence,
takes my wing and breaks it
silencing my chirping.
When I say no and you ignore me,
it puts me in my body so I no longer want to live there.
I search every limb, every organ, every cell
for a trap door
a hidden stair case
I search for the hammer to break the glass
to sound the alarm
but it only ever shatters inward,
When I say no
and you ignore me
I am plunged into the pool and -
while it may be safe -
I'll never know:
all I can hearis the hissing.