I am too much flesh;
yearning for bones
Broken mirrors and shame that
drones
on and on and on
I am hot anger and easy
irritation, restless and
constant fidgeting
I am sorrow and frustration,
skin threatening to tear open
under the slightest of
pressure
Silent asphyxiation.
I am sweaty palms and
tear brimmed eyes
before meeting familiar
strangers and faceless
lovers
I am wild eyes spelling
chaos and fear;
and self-destruction
searching for the nearest escape..