the pigeon that thought he was a hawk

she held me in the highest disregard, a popcorn shell lodged in her ivory teeth, a pebble in her shoe

have you ever tried to grasp the sunlight, only to cause a shadow on the ground, depriving a flower of the light it needs to live

to callously pluck tadpoles without giving them a chance to mature into a cacophonous group to serenade the night

she wore blinders to not have to see the things i did, sunglasses to dim the firestorm i radiated, oven mitts to deny my heat

yet i gave and gave, an idiotic bee trying to take pollen from a plastic blossom, a pigeon flying into the clear glass of disdain

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