Something weird happened to me today.
She was like a sliver under my skin, her words sharp and uninvited.
She was like a broken railing I bumped in a place I didn’t belong.
She spewed words like arrows and I was the mark.
Someone weird happened to me.
“Don’t make excuses.”
Witch words from a stranger with a spell.
“Who the hell are you?”
Words from a sorcerer with blue eyes and a pocketful of daggers — word weapons that left their wound.
And maybe that’s what she wanted.
She leaves but the words don’t, so I pick them apart like a scab.
“Don’t make excuses”
“Don’t make excuses.”
“Don’t make excuses.”
Maybe she knows more than I do, or maybe she’s just a stoned student with a better perspective.
Either way, her eyes are razorblades and I avoid her weaponry.
With switchblades instead of stilettos, she disappears through the glass and leaves me with splinters of unease.
Today I took the wrong bus.
But I didn’t make excuses.
Today something weird happened to me.
Someone weird happened to me.
The. First. Line.
CHILLS! I can’t wait to hear the story of what happened. This is beautiful, Tannis. I love your exploration of a new form of poetry here – the form gives the words extra dimension and meaning.
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Thanks, Claire, that means a lot! I’ll chat with you tomorrow, haha.
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