“Trump Nation” by Victoria Buffalino

sneaky snake
slippery, slow

you feel comfort as
he wraps his arms
around your throat

“Let me save you,”
he coos as he
strangles you

you’ll never
see it coming

(at least, it’ll feel sudden
when you’ve spend the
whole relationship with
your eyes squeezed shut)

one day
he just

(about:) This is how I feel as I watch our rights slip away, one by one by one. If you’re still
defending him, just remember, eventually you’re next. Seriously, you’ll be next, and if you don’t stand up now, who will be left to stand up for you?

Image and Poem by Victoria Buffalino (IG: schoolyardhero)