theme: anger, conflict, mercy
rage is worst contained inside a small body
it boils in every joint and bone and muscle
threatening to overflow and burn
poison brewed for defense or revenge
how many times will you ask for a bottle
an audience gathering to watch a show
an eruption that occurs a few times a year
leaving behind shame and devastation for one
you taunt my chest for yet another night
waiting to watch the inaugural glass shattering
your witch's cackle brews of pure sin
manipulating the game in your favor again
how much longer can i hold on to myself
refusing to be a pawn for your pleasure
i close my eyes and unclench my jaw
let compassion prevail once more
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aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
