Squish                (Poem)

The jagged ridges of your thumb feel impossible to escape.

That hovering shaddow of demise sweeping closer with each tentative step. 

Panicked, unconfident, hoping it’s safest to cower in your shade. Have mercy…

Fear can be a pain, plain for no one to see.

Small and insignificant under your thumb, I can only think. 

“Is today the end?” 

Imagining myself as nothing more than flattened pieces of guts and legs, rebellion runs through my veins. 

I have power, I have weapons, I was birthed equipped to retaliate. 

Feel my sting, know my strength. I won’t be under your bullying influence again.



The drawing is one of my attempts. 😛


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