Insecurity bared her
teeth today...
eager to bite into
flesh and tear
little bits of security
from doing and
thinking and feeling.
I tried to whisper to her;
tried to figure out what
language to use - to
quiet her forked tongue
and make that nasty
smirk disappear
from her ugly face.
She just laughed.
Curled her bony shoulders
with eyes rolling and
deep, thoaty, cackles
of mean and hurtful longing...
fingernails like knives
poised to scratch.
What she doesn't know
is I've seen her... naked
and vulnerable looking
in the mirror like a child
searching for admiration
and afraid of transparency.
Even she can fail.
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