you asked me more than once yesterday if i was okay
what gave it away
it is clear that you are unable to listen or unwilling it doesn’t matter which
you are unable to read my face until it is well past too late
yes, I know that you are going through some shit. yes I know that there are some things that seem beyond your control.
I have learned that it is safer for me to not engage with people who are acting like this until they stop, but that is the crux.
I am uncomfortable in my own brain in my own body in my own self
so to be around and be barraged by cutting commentary is not something I can sustain.
every least sneer is an accusation, is a judgement.
I am trying to remain whole, one. Here.
There is too much turbulence and I cannot keep fast to my core.
I cannot weather the storm any more.
The Salty Widow 