puddled

i ripped it open,
my head. i let all the
juicy words spill out –
their sounds and feelings
sloshing around on
the pavement. here you
come, with a water hose to
wash it all away – you
should have just left me
there and went on your way.
i could have been the rain
puddle someone jumped
joyously into today, but
instead, you made sure
i had nothing left to say

eye-level with another’s footsteps

i try not to think in measures
because i know the highest
bar i set for myself might be
someone else’s low bar, one
they’ve already climbed upon
with their feet but i’ve yet
to even reach eye-level

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: substandard

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