Hedgehog

Your misread my words

wanting the smallness

of your world to make you

feel the greatness

of your ungrateful pen



Comments which hurt;

thoughless,unconcerned

inconsiderate, like dirt

rubbed into a wound

your hate, which governed

your master strokes...



I curl into a ball

so timid and small

waiting to retort

when I ought

to be feeling tall

the pain that you sought

meaning nothing at all...