the bushwacking I got for
wishing her happy
birthday
looking at the
screenshots
trying to figure out who was who
and if they are really
who they said
her brother for
certain
though I keep the numbers on record
just in case they decide they wan
t to bushwack me again
though I know they
won't
because I won't give them an excuse
they have circled the wagons around her
feeling the need to protect her
and maybe they're right
even if what they believe about me is mistaken
made up of bits and pieces of things
about me and other things
when assembled correctly
does not mean what they think
I feel no less wounded
shot in the chest with their slings and arrows
and all piling up
like stones over me
to bury me
to condemn me to silence
and I have no choice but to comply
to quote her poem
I am neck deep
already in quicksand
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