Steel wool
Dragged across my skin
Ripping off a layer
Thinking about our last words
I bite my tongue
Every chain link
Digging in
Bleeding me out
I pound away
at the metal
Sparks fly
Fragments everywhere
I stop
Sweating, spent.
I will let
The shower
The change of seasons
The kindness of strangers
Return me to me
Kitchen surface tops
Will collect dust
Without your condescending eye
I am no longer
Bound to a broom
The apron
Permanently untied
I can wear my highest shoes
Without fear
Of making you little,
You do that fine
By yourself.
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