Feed The Pride

Photo by Mariana Montrazi

My phone autoreplies to your messages with “fine”,

But you don’t even notice.

You assume I’m here for your entertainment,

And behind my back you call me a novice.

Your superiority, it crushes my lungs,

But I don’t even flinch, I don’t make a sound.

Treating me like an option must feel thrilling.

You didn’t notice when you dropped me on the ground.

Nothing broke, but it hurt for seven days.

The wind begs me to shatter your pride,

Yet I know my attempts will feed it even more,

Therefore, I make my intentions hide.

My skin twitches when you slide your palm across it,

But you don’t even care.

Turns out I ran away from the hungriest wolf,

Still, I ended up befriending a bear.

-Jackie