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!