It was only drywall
cut with the sharp tip
of your x-acto blade
of words wielded like a sword.
little fragments of dust
defeatists glitter on the floor
you threw yourself a tickertape Parade
with caution tape
and chastised me
for not celebrating.
It was only broken glass
knocked off the counter
by your sharp edged elbows
slamming points
into inanimate objects
fragments of shadows
you refuse to recognize.
you clocked my time sweeping.
never. fast. enough.
It was only a knocked down door
busted in
like the shining
with mad king energy
How dare I hide?
How dare I cry?
How dare I need?
It was only drywall
until it wasn't.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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