feel the burning in your head
feel the burning in your lungs
feel the burning in the heart
and the hurt that makes you start
see the white on your arms
and the creases of your palms.
trace the lines of regret. the small sting of
control.
spite.
silent thunder.
everything is anger.
you are anger.
everything is fire.
but you are even worse. the silent dark.
feel the snake rise up in your stomach
to your chest. blood flows down
into the abyss, iron tang
and black shine.
it's always your fault, they say. the way you present,
the who that you embody,
the tone you project,
the everything.
the coarse words scraping around
in your lungs.
(they're actually screams.)
search for red, red but only
find black, black.
ink.
fade,
but not away.
i'm sick of thinking your wrong is right
