familiar black confetti fills my mind
small men replace my brain
boasting their invitation to the Anger Party
their strobes brush the insides of my eyes
and make sure to unlock the chaotic thoughts
taking my words and holding my tongue
and painting my face as red as their devil's eyes
once they are done and cleaning up
this swirling vortex escapes through my tears
leaving me to my regrets
hungover, hoping never to see another party again