you smile at me
your tongue in cheek
a kind
distorted simile
misguiding everything I see
into this
thing
you want to be
and I comply
you knew I would
without effort
rigid and firm
my reply
curt
my feelings numb
await the
hurt
that is to come
and you deliver
your blow
precise
subtle scissors
guttle
the slice
greedily firm
your need
unending
your soul concern
is my will
bending
without contrite
an untrained surgeon
wielding your knife
dealing misfortune
yet that smile
remains
confidence is
set
no turn of
phrase
will you
forget
complete control
until the end
through the keyhole
and back again
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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