A fist to my face

I see you
I see your face
I see your eyes, your brows
They rise, just so.

I see your nose
They flare, they mock
Your mouth, soft, weak
Object of my scorn.

I see your hair
Sandy, faded, limp, nothing.

I see your face
What is your name?
I see your influence
I see your suffocation.

It is you, because of you
I am weak
I am flattened.

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