I’m not here
to make you
comfortable
You certainly
don’t provide that
for me
My comfort
is not foremost
in your mind
I could say
I’m sorry
if my words
force you
to examine
the cold, shadowy
crevices of your diet
But my apologies
would be insincere
Why should I
be obliged
to make my tormentor
feel safe and secure,
unfettered
by the reality
you gladly consent
to keep hidden
from your eyes?
Our families
are ripped from us,
just prior to their
being ripped apart
So, if my words
intrude into
the comfort
of your slowly
digesting meal,
the inconvenience
is inconsequential
compared to
being the one
you are presently
digesting
5 Feb 2019
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