Stacy

I dreamed your boyfriend
beat a social worker half to death
and I didn't step in because
I didn't want to end up that shade of broken

And I hate that helplessness
that I couldn't stop a violent tirade
of jealousy
because your social worker
just happened to be a man
and your boyfriend
is the kind of crazy that sees threats
in outstretched hands

And you, you didn't do anything
because you never do anything
too busy looking in a mirror
making sure you're flawless
and perfect
while the world breaks around you
unseen by your vanity

© Indie Adams 2022