The overwhelm reflects and magnifies:
You are a giant built like a wall
Angry and primed for a
War of silences
And I am on the other end
Shrinking,
Rolling my shell darker,
Watching my broken machinery
Click and catch –
your fault -^ my fault ,;;
your fault
-^ my fault -^ ,;;my fault ,;;
I curl too tight when the water doesn’t boil
When the page is empty
When the children cry
,;;
But here you are again
Shrinking too,
Offering to uncurl me.
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