I feel my skin so alabaster blue
I see the grey sky glittering with raindrops tapping their shoes.
I touch the Earth with shaking nervous hands. You’ve come back to haunt me like a rat trapped in a gilded cage.

You’ve called me names.
I feel the jab.
My heart an open wound.
You’ve pureed my tears into summer squash stew.

I feel like a wingless dragonfly about to be consumed.
I will not take this sitting down.
My fists will become battering rams. 
You will feel the sting of the dragonfly. 
Now take your stuff and head out the door
Your garbage is yours not mine.