In the back I sit,
quiet and calm.
because this is what
I've grown to know.
my home; back-burner
population: 1
I get all the backlash,
the anger.
you leave me to rust,
collecting screams
and dust.
the echoes of mistrust
bounce off of me
and into this rut.
that you've sealed me into,
it can't be undone.
I could begin to melt away,
from the fire of your tongue.
and even if I left today,
your life would have just begun.
so here I sit
in the cold all alone...
...on the back-burner.