Isolation

They’re afraid of me.

I don’t blame them.

The concrete walls I built

turned them away.

They take a step forward

and I launch a fireball to their face.

Why bear the burn?

It’s easier just to run.
They retreat.

Disappointed.

Hurt.

Scared.

What happened to their daughter?
The sweet open book

became a cold mystery right before their eyes.

So I don’t blame them.

Because I too would be afraid

of a stranger

who was once

all I had.

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