I can smell the sickly-sweet aroma in the air again
Taste it on the lips
Forced to open
In acceptance
A cruel tongue, a harsh word
Whispered through a crevice
In my sanity:
Change.
Hello, old friend
What have you in store for me
This time around?
What fresh hell
Have you placed at my door?
What dreams have you dismantled
To deliver your new rules
And adjustments to the play?
What, pray tell, is your end game here?
Shall I welcome you once more
Arms wide open,
Or slam the door in your face?
I wonder, this time
If my greeting, in my heart,
Should be a kind thank you
Or a heartfelt “fuck off”.
–> See “Change” here…
