No.
Word fluttered out my mouth expanding its wings
Gliding down expected to be accepted
I said No.
She is waiting for me to land
Hands wide gates open
No.
Nuzzling into her palms
A mouse finding their way towards the cheese
BANG.
She shattered it.
Tore my tongue out.
No.
Shredded my wings.
Slashed my Garden.
Slit my throat.
I said No.
Convinced myself I was a kettle
With the water boiling over the top
No.
But really she took the kettle in her deafening claws
She smashed me, threw me out and lit me aflame
I said No.
No.
Respected word which cannot be denied
Cannot be denied
Remains denied.
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Honor Willow Brown
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