Is my antagonistic familiar,
Perched ever on my shoulder
Or lounging in the corner of the room
In the periphery of my sight.
And though I may leave it at home for the day,
It’s always waiting at the door to weave between my ankles,
Leap against my knees,
And drag me down to the floor with it.
And I just keep going home to it after the stresses of the day
Because that’s just it, isn’t it –
Antagonistic Familiar – Stacia Joy