I am angry
but too exhausted to express it.
So it remains smoldering
beneath shaking hands, and burning skin.
Smoke gathers
but it's not smothering the embers, nor the flame.
No, it's smothering me.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
I am angry
but too exhausted to express it.
So it remains smoldering
beneath shaking hands, and burning skin.
Smoke gathers
but it's not smothering the embers, nor the flame.
No, it's smothering me.
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