Let's workshop this poem about how even neutral observation can feel like an attack when it forces confrontations with internal doubts about dubious beliefs (especially ones providing comfort)
Blame the Mirror Holder
Merely by cataloguing
without criticism
various pseudoscientific gropes
for easy magic
(in what amounted to
a menagerie of unhinged
credulity), believers
found her nasty—
neutral observation
having forced them
to confront the skepticism
in their own heart.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)