8 arms to hold
You rejected me, again.
Not like the first time, I remember
that. I didn’t
understand that
then.
How violent your words, how arrogant
your silence, your disappearance.
I know I shouldn’t care.
I shouldn’t post this poem for the world to see
and not understand, not get.
You disappeared, like an Octopus, leaving an inky
cyber trail behind.
I didn’t mean to startle you.
I wasn’t trying to catch you
when I threw out my net.
Like they say, there’s other fish in the sea.
© Anne Westlund
prompt: write a
violent or peaceful poem
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