An Uninvited Song

A song sent
Uninvited
One hour
after midnight
as if it’s
made of vines
That suddenly
Wrapped around
my throat
Like a bile
too big
To swallow.

What used
to be a
Butterfly under
my stomach,
Changed into
An acidic anxiety
Waiting to be vomited

You are still playing
The victim
Still trying to stir
my emotions.

I was disgusted
About what you did
Yet, you still don’t get
Your horrible sins…
The trust you broke.

Your mere presence
Unleashes such fiery
hatred in me.

I saw him in you.
Hence, I feel
So small again.
I feel powerless.
I feel vulnerable.

Please leave.