Dec 2021
She patronized him
In a diminutive way
Harmful connotations
Fully on display
Words became her weapon
She threw daggers with her eyes
It was a heavy on assault
With no room for compromise
Then the room got silent
There grew a puddle on the floor
Nothing left but red footprint tracks
Heading out the door
In a diminutive way
Harmful connotations
Fully on display
Words became her weapon
She threw daggers with her eyes
It was a heavy on assault
With no room for compromise
Then the room got silent
There grew a puddle on the floor
Nothing left but red footprint tracks
Heading out the door
This is one of my more dark poems. It involves a serious problem we are facing in society. This does not, I repeat, does not reflect on anything I’m currently experiencing. It’s just a dark poem. That’s all. Thanks for reading
