The wheels of the bus grind into my flesh.

You proffer your own salvation,
as martyrdom trumps your hand.

Bitch show.
Freak show.
Leave me the fuck alone show.

Let me sleep my nights in peace
and walk around corners
forethought free.

Bark into your own backyard.
Eat what you put out there;
antacids don’t soothe vitriol.

Choke, you bitch.
Choke on the reflux of your words.

Brenda Warren 2015

3 thoughts on “choke

  1. Wowzers! She must be a real pain in the ass. I am sorry you have to deal with the likes of her. Just think, soon you won’t have to. Hang in there, my friend.

    Pamela ox


    • Thanks, Pamela.When people don’t accept their responsibility in events that transpire, blame is cast without reservation. This particular person makes me want to puke. Poetry is an alternative to vomit.


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