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Ed C Jun 2019
There is a Cerberus in me,
chained, like a captive.
The breathing of the anxious beast,
it makes my head quake when I forget
about getting old or watching lovers die.
The three heads argue with themselves
in my stomach, rattling my bones,
pulling on the chains, trying to agree.
The more I sit still, the more it wants
me to just go and never stop,
to keep running and running
in three different directions,
against my instinct. Whenever I stop,
to catch my breath, I feel the teeth
ripping at anything that they can reach.
The beast that guards the gates of hell
has dug a hole inside my inhibitions.
Anyone else have a beast within?
Hope Mar 2019
Cerberus
She growls
Prowling inside me
Clawing at me from the inside
Her teeth bared
She clamps them around my heart
Yanking me in one direction
Then the other
But no one can hear my screams
However loud they are
And Cerberus...
She forces me
to
swallow
them
Cerberus is basically my anger issues. I use Cerberus as a metaphor for anger.

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