HUMILIATION



I'm on the tracks
You drive the train

It was my fault
I hurt you

But was it prayer
That inspired
My humiliation?

This devastating
Scrutiny

Your sworded tongue
Thrust into the marrow

Dismantling my credibility?

And when you
Have relieved yourself
All over me

You sit there
Smiling

In the aftermath

As only a certain
Kind of woman can

Surprised
By my pain

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