Disapproval, he wore at my door
Festered over his body
Until I was caught
In between insults and contempt
My kindness wasn’t enough of an escape plan
Trying to understand
Why he didn’t just walk away
Instead trapped me in his shadow
Drove me out in the middle of the overflowing city
Grated every detail of me under the scrutiny of thumbs
His mouth, the perfect box
Cutting me down with every breath
Punished me for being human
Until I wanted a disclaimer
Not for my flaws, but the ruthlessness of his eyes
Disapproval, he wore at my door
Left me teetering on the edge of confusion and tears
Holding the last strands of kindness
Still vibrating from whipping of his tongue
Poetic Trials 