Anger curls.
It twists long fingernails into your hair and sticks everywhere;
It pulses, a second heartbeat.
It’s fast and swirls in waves.
It bites and kicks and scratches-
it needs to.
It rips and shreds and she's not there to be caught-
But it's for her-
It's hers, it needs to hurt her like I do.
She needs to see, too feel
To let it grasp her heart in clenched fists,
to stop that ridiculous grin.
It needs to give her what they have given me-
what she thinks I deserve;
And she needs to hate it.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
Anger curls.
It twists long fingernails into your hair and sticks everywhere;
It pulses, a second heartbeat.
It’s fast and swirls in waves.
It bites and kicks and scratches-
it needs to.
It rips and shreds and she's not there to be caught-
But it's for her-
It's hers, it needs to hurt her like I do.
She needs to see, too feel
To let it grasp her heart in clenched fists,
to stop that ridiculous grin.
It needs to give her what they have given me-
what she thinks I deserve;
And she needs to hate it.
An exploration of my feelings surrounding being educated at a catholic school, and my anger at being told by my RE teacher that I am fundamentally sinful because of my identity.
