NAPOMO, day 4
Today's National Poetry Month prompt had to do with things unsaid. Here's what I had to say about it:
"What I Didn't Say Before I Asked You to Leave My Doorway"
I cannot breathe near your edges.
glass shards, crooked, sharp
rust and mold
greed and hunger
death of one thousand cuts
need need need
You waste emptiness.
You dare me.
No. You cannot share my air.
No. Bitter does not like my tongue.
No. You do not deserve the life that this poem steals away.
You are too small to see.