Surrounded by the perfect predators
and the easiest of prey,
I survey my surroundings.
Studying ways of escape
and the least questionable paths.
Any mask of toughness dissolves away
the moment I reach for my keys.
Fumbling and frantic.
No one wants me to play in their poker game.
I see one predator with half of her head shaved
and her smaller equal drinking overpriced
lattes grunting and growling at a possible
alpha with lingering yellow eyes.
He pays no attention to me. Thank God.
A pack of sorority girls clad in magenta and white
swarm to their local bistro and pay no mind
to their waiter waddling to them for their attention.
I walk parallel to traffic--
foot and automotive.
I'm almost home now.
I'll be safe soon.
No one hunts for the quiet ones.
Spiders in the garden. She sees and hears all.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
