I never know when it will erupt
Something profane
and unshackled
born deep within me
 
Some say it’s the soul
expressing itself
Defying this flesh and bone
But who am I to impede
It’s dawning
 
I cannot hold it
down much longer
It will devour me
Bit by bit
I will be consumed
Within its rage
 
Then I will burn like a witch…

Ego Burning

Sometimes,
I think about how 
*soft* 
my hair is
and about how relatively 
*small* 
my waist is,
and I'm okay 
with myself...