Yellow Lines

I stride,
I stride behind yellow lines,
Do not cross;
This is a crime scene,
Yellow lines.
I am the victim
And the police,
You are the criminal
I will not see
See me as the victim.
I refuse.
I refuse your prying eyes
Hissing lips
And puppy sighs,
You won’t mock me
You won’t come in,
You won’t stride beyond
These yellow lines.
I am the victim
And the police,
You are the criminal
I will not see
See me as the victim.
I refuse.
I heal.
 
And one day,
There will be
No more yellow lines,
No more safe zones.
No more weaning
Off your deceit.
I will see you
As the victim,
The criminal,
The one direction
To destruction
That needs a detour.
I will help you
I will see beyond
Your two face
Your yin-yang
Your search for
A resting place,
And I will point there
As I did first
Before I was the
victim.
 
You will rest.
I rest my case.
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