you gotta let it roll
off your back like water
off your tongue like a love song
off your toes like a ballerina
hatred has no place
in this house
small minds
make even smaller mirrors
and my reflection
cannot be marred by your
animosity
you have insulted me
for the last time
one more jab
into scar tissue
and you can see
that there is no more blood
i wanted to wish you well
and leave it at that
a sweet sendoff
a little reverence from the ashes
of a disaster
now it’s just rubble to sort through
and who has the energy for that?
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