You, old and experienced, little belittling me. Talking loud, foolish self-important dribble. Just zip it and make me feel like a Goddess. I confess, I am tired indulging you wearing this skimpy dress, your breath smelling yellow, does it hurt to wipe the cigarette stain, under your parchment wrinkled nose. I am no who-se, Not …

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I submerge, my thoughts, floating feelings underneath.   Here nobody cares. That I posture a battleship, never loosing my grip on marksmanship, firing a torpedo, to my oppressors, dodging depth charges. I am a U-Boat,   Retreating under the surface, hiding behind a reflecting mirror, deafening every emotion   on purpose.