Accommodate

Found myself in a scene

Told my friends how you made me

They let you stomp in still

Kept you around against my will

No one will listen, no one will talk

I had to leave just to hear my thoughts

My body is a burden

I’m always yearning

To be less accommodating

To say loud how I’m feeling

A brief breath of safety

Disturbed by a series of break-ins

Spills out brain onto the plate and

Serves to host but one party

Where the air hits invisible

A spot so thin it’s miserable

Tries to carve a place to escape

But holes out in a wholly unholy place

You could hardly hear them crack

Crashed down onto concrete so vast