Gut Feeling


The urgency was gone, left

with her gutful pride she had that day,

and I only knocked once


Her stereotypical gaze stood tall

above her view from a peephole of

a straw, for only a few short months


and made it impossible to know who I was


until I had given up

and was already gone,


in pursuit of her tumbleweed of urgency


for a little while in her turbulance,

looking to put it all back in perspective

to no avail, only until she would see me again with others


Desperately placing her head on bodies

who may have known, wanting

to receive what I had given

and never with her again


She posed with pity smiles and a regretful heart


And that is how she stayed

forever in view, wishing

for revenge against her gutful pride

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