The weather in the
living room is bad
drenching mockery
claps of ridicule
derision and contempt
my insides are
icing up from
the cold stares
I'm getting
flaps are stuck
saying sorry
shouldn't have
called you a bitch
when you told me
to get a life
should have just
thought about it
body's shaking
big mouth's buckled
clemency gauge
down to zero
looks like a
rough landing with
a long layover
for repairs before
we can fly again.