Safety First

I sat in the chair

both familiar and unfamiliar

Too long apart

but the cushion 

willing to accommodate

my desire to be included

once more

You stood and started to speak

"We are in a sanctuary!" you said

"This is a safe place!" you said

Your roving eye

flitting on searching souls

never quite meeting the gaze

Your words

deliberate and soothing

with an overtone of the supercilious

The esses on the end of your sentences

elongated

like the hiss of a snake

You disengaged the safety

on the weapon of your original falsehood

and openly offered

to cure me of my brokenness

when I am not broken

Your mouthly barrel

delivering its vile bullet

claiming to fix my aberration

At first

I thought it just a flesh wound

Silent

recoiling slightly

but so far only immobilised

Until the full force of your insult

like a hollow point dum dum

exploded inside me

forcing me to move

and escape your interpretation of refuge

Gasping at the outside air

I lamented

"He said it was safe!"

and as the tears finally came

I whispered once more

"He said it was safe..."