WHAT DO I DO

I NEED TO SAY SO MANY THINGS THAT I

CAN'T BECAUSE IT SOUNDS

SO STALE

IT HAS NO REAL

EMOTION, I DON'T KNOW WHAT

TO DO

I'M SO ANGRY

I'M SO FRUSTRATED

AND I WANT, I NEED

TO SHOW HOW FURIOUS I AM, HOW I WANT TO TAKE

MY FINGERS,

WEDGE THEM UNDERNEATH THE FOLDS OF MY

PULSING HEART, MY ACHING MIND, AND

TEAR OPEN THE FABRIC

AND THE FLESH

AND LET THE WORDS FUMBLE OVER EACH OTHER

GUSHING, LIKE I MEAN IT, BECAUSE I

WANT TO

BUT IT'S LIKE

SCRATCHING AT CONCRETE WITH NO FINGERNAILS

IT'S A

WISH

TO SOFTLY TEAR APART MY SOUL AS IF IT WERE SILK,

BUT IT IS STONE, A FEATURELESS SLAB,

AND IMPOSSIBLE TO SIMPLY RIP

IT'S SOMETHING THAT DEMANDS A KNOWLEDGE I

LACK

IT CALLS FOR A PASSION MY BODY CANNOT

CHANNEL, IT

CALLS FOR A CLASH

THAT CANNOT OCCUR

I AM POWERLESS, AND PARALYZED, AND SO

ANGRY

THAT I CAN'T FIND THE WORDS, UNLESS I

DESTROY MYSELF

WHICH I DON'T HAVE THE STRENGTH TO DO

BUT AT THIS POINT, I WOULD DO IT IF I COULD

AND THAT SCARES ME,

LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY,

MORE

THAN

I

CAN

SAY.