My Pet Rage

August 22, 2010
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You utter those words beckoning the monster within
the sharp tip of your smile picks the lock to its cage.
As the creature walks free my subservient bones spring straight in attention
the hinges of my jaw loosen and my lips can no longer contain the booming echo that rams at the edges of my chest.
With its burning eyes it orders me to speak, I choose wisely so my words will dull out the smile that continues to cut through my gut.
This is my pet named rage. Ont that cannot be tames.

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