L.C. McQuillen
09.07.17
Let’s talk about
The vile and frightening
Patch of my existence
Of which
You scratched
And released
A wretched aroma
Of who I can be.
Because it is
The way you
Scathed me
Thoughtlessly
I slipped past
Your finger nails
To become utterly
Released.
Vamoose.
Without a single word.
So in the
Inferiority and hurt
My heart coughed up
An acidic part of myself.
I embodied the very
Same emotion
I despised in you.
I was left,
Not only behind,
But with a bad taste
In my mouth,
And for that I am
Disappointed
In myself.
I thought I was
More whole
Than what I found.
So maybe I
Should thank you
For awakening me
To become more
Complete, content
And free.