My Private Hell
I sit and watch you across
the room.
you talk so easily
to those about whom
you will later complain.
You could charm an alligator
to eat honey out of your palm
without breaking skin.
I am a shit-disturber though
and will say aloud
that which you often think
and secretly wish---
but will never say.
There is a special place
in hell for me,
where all is nice and polite,
and I am gagged.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012
I have gone back and looked at this poem again. It is apparently not of "good quality" in the eyes of the staff here--but I have to say, that I still like this one--a bunch!