Angie Smartt is a writer based in the Pacific northwest

Rejected

Rejected

The floor disappears beneath me
my cheeks flashing red like a stoplight
my hands at once wet and cold
where can I disappear to?

I am struck
I did not foresee
this sudden revelation
that you do not recognize my value

Your glance
your careful words
asking me to leave
to take my things

I sense your pity
I want to feel comforted by it
but no
it renders me transparent

I escape to the bathroom
the blessed bathroom
a quick place to lock oneself away
our modern sanctuary

I run the tap
to let flow
to warm my hands
and cool my face

I take quick stock,
searching for the ember,
the faith I had in myself
that got me here

I check the mirror
it is still me
my worth blazing from within
shining out through my eyes

There is nothing left
to do
to say
I must go

I unlatch the door
I float past you
on a cloud of dignity
that you could never see

It Took Me 45 M̶i̶n̶u̶t̶e̶s̶ Years to Write This

It Took Me 45 M̶i̶n̶u̶t̶e̶s̶ Years to Write This

Loyal

Loyal