I am,
within my shell.
Don’t speak to me; I don’t want to connect to you or anyone.
I will never reach out, again.
Your sting was too tainted with poison for me to ever be my loving, trusting self again.
Within my own mind,
I beat a fast retreat, not wanting to ever feel again.
I want to clam up.
I don’t want to feel anything.
I don’t.
I,
want to stand alone.
Be here where I am.
Shut the door on the world, and throw away the key.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2021
