i think that i am at the brink of escaping,
when you shout and whisper and lunge,
with your words, so bitter and toxic,
that i fill to the brim with anger.
it is in those moments,
that i block and defend and hit,
until my mind is tired from
deflecting fire with bare skin.
i believe that, one day,
my thoughts will explode
in a spectacular show
of frost ridden anger
and i will set myself alight
in...
skeletal freedom.
YOU ARE READING
set free
Poetrya cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious
