I just couldn’t look. I couldn’t watch
someone repulsive to every
fiber of me, even the sound of his voice
makes me cringe and my lip
quiver. The rest of me is frozen
with paralysis, while my fingers
blindly caress the home row. Only small
movements are manageable. Eyes squeezed
tight shut in hopes my mind could be bigly tricked
into believing it’s all just a poem I need to write. Even shaking
and tearful, my hands no longer grow from my face
because they have been possessed with a single word: NO.
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