You think flicking your hand
In my direction will somehow
Make me feel Less Than...

I was conceived in a forgotten memoury..
Delivered from the suspended corpse of Nature.
Mother and child both hanging from a noose.

I have been gasping for breath
Clawing at isolation
And you think your lack of words could make me tumble to my knees?

Flick your hand again
Watch it disappear into the void
The void I radiate.

Your sense of self worth is grossly inflated..