as fiery words spew out of my mouth
and snot bubbles at my nose like magma.
Defenseless, he will do anything to dodge my questions,
so the poor boy resorts to flattering me at my ugliest moment.
I stare at his pimpled face,
smug smirk slithering into a smile,
he believes he has the upper hand.
But the silence confirms what I have always known,
that at any given moment
I can free myself from this,
and wander the world with wonder,
etching my name into the stars
as the promise of my dreams
burns my fingertips a cool pink.
So I wipe away the last tear,
say a pleasant thank you,
and close the door behind me.