fight club rage consuming—
circle breathes (tightens),
pavement whispers—skin’s
delicate scream unwinding.
(fists) crash
into self-destruction,
blood sings
its red forever.
hate carves itself into fists,
teeth scatter
like stars (broken
and free). voices
rise/fall:
a hymn to
becoming.
eyes (swim)
in dizzy skies,
head a fragile
planet turning turning.
rage blooms into meditation.
splits heal to split again,
knuckles learning the
art of (necessary) undoing.
the world shrinks to
bone & breath,
a body alive
only in breaking.
It's funny how anger can give you a rush of adrenaline I was exhausted but now I'm fuming.