It happened so quickly.
It was breathtaking.
They descend like carrion 
To pick at your bones.
As soon as you posted the note.

Who is it that gets to speak their mind?
And who has to tow the line?

It must be frustrating to be reduced to this.
To be watched so carefully that every breath has weight.
And is measured before it leaves your body.
(As one who has sometimes sat fascinated by your form, I’m so sorry for this and how I might contribute to your prison)

You just want to breathe.
To let off some of the steam that is building up.
Perhaps it wasn’t judicious.
(you probably knew that)
Not really what you were going for as you set up this space.
But they can push even a saints patience.
And no doubt that was what they were trying to do.
To a get a reaction out of you.

But  I’ll say it for you.
(Even though you asked me not to)
Because they don’t have eyes on me and probably never will:

That woman’s a bitch.