You look at me like I’m sick


for my own safety

I withdraw behind cold eyes

so that you meet nothing more

than concrete from which all the

heat has radiated

a pavement over the windows to my soul

so cold it draws the warm

straight from foot’s bottom

leading your cold feet

far away from my warm human parts

you are not my teacher

not my guru

I owe you nothing

so I give you less

my distrust extends far

in your direction

light chased away

hardened smiles crack my teeth

I chip my teeth on my own stoney


why did I feel alive yesterday

but not today?

Maybe you’re right, I am sick


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