Envious of the hermit
Desirous of the shell
I yearn for the oath of silence
A reason to recede

My home is my cocoon
My retreat after a battle
at the grocery store
or the hairdresser’s
or the post office

Arrows disguised as smalltalk
Endless musings on the weather
Piercing me
Drawing unseen blood
’Til I surrender
Anaemically retreat
To the bastion of bed

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