I see the strained line,
Icy jagged cliffs
Cutting off mother-in-law
And my husband.
It bursts up in the question
“Where do I put that?”
To the watermelon he just bought.

I block the children
So the flows don’t slice us.

It creates impossible terrain
When he casually leaves a fish
Lying around
With unspoken demand:
Wash it.

They don’t see the eruption.
The cracks and fissures across the floor

I see them.
I feel the tremors.
Before little slights explode.

Everyone hears the screams
“Rubbish”
“Bitch”
“Fuck you”

Slammed doors.
Accusations.

I could see the forest floor
Quake
Slightest provocations.
Before the tigers leap and
Kill.

They don’t see me.
As they lunge,
Clawing
Ripping.

I sit between them
Glued in place,
Glazed.
Unseen
Unthought of.

I yearn to bolt
Like a deer
Escaping predators
To a quiet stream.

They don’t know me.

I am a girl who sees invisible things,
But I am not invisible.

Last line from Tae Keller When you trap a Tiger.