A bullet

so small and strong 

struck right where

my lungs met.

Embedded itself

this insult of occult

fake tidings riding on

elitist snobby attitudes.

A bullet

or was it an insult?

Either way, I am plummeting 

towards humiliation street

with my tail between my legs.

A bullet

was that woman's sharp words

cutting through my skin

like a paper cut gone berserk.



She was a joplin spider 

stuck in a ditch

and I should have

smashed her spindly 

weak legged body

under my heavy black boots

creating an ugly stain

that looks like gunpowder

or left over oil

spilled over

with the utmost disrespect.