You were a manifestation of my anger.
They all were,
From the beginning,
In the third floor walk-up,
Stealing stereos,
Hurling death threats,
To the random strangers,
On the streets of San Francisco,
To his fury,
On the back of his motorcycle,
Then my settling
For the first man
Among the trees.
And now you,
Looking back at me,
Through grinding, snarling teeth,
Tossing tables in cafes,
Grabbing a gun to **** someone.
Anger’s reflection
Brought to life
Given to me.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 6:32 AM UTC
You were a manifestation of my anger.
They all were,
From the beginning,
In the third floor walk-up,
Stealing stereos,
Hurling death threats,
To the random strangers,
On the streets of San Francisco,
To his fury,
On the back of his motorcycle,
Then my settling
For the first man
Among the trees.
And now you,
Looking back at me,
Through grinding, snarling teeth,
Tossing tables in cafes,
Grabbing a gun to **** someone.
Anger’s reflection
Brought to life
Given to me.
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