I’ve been sipping hemlock
in my coffee
it dripped off
your eyelashes
in disdainful
disavowal
with each unnerving sip
collapsing breaths
ask what would happen
if you looked at me?
Would the razors
in your eyes
slice my shrinking soul?
Would you see, perchance,
me, no demonic priestess
you have burned in effigy?
I munch arsenic
on my popcorn
it was sprinkled
from the blast
of your hushed
condemnation
in the nauseating crunch
twisted innards
wonder at the fallout
if you listened to me?
Would my words
rebound against deaf ears
forever silence me?
Would you hear, ever,
hard complicated truths,
not censure and controversy?
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