i was born from my mothers anger
it thrums under my skin and makes my pulse drown out the world
it wraps itself around my heart like a vice, staining the delicate white with crimson shadows
it is lodged between my teeth and buried behind my tongue, pounding, waiting.
my mothers anger has been harnessed in me.
I was created to be an angel.
with my bronzed skin and my silk hair
with my rosebud lips and my bambi eyes.
I am afraid that my beauty is marred by my anger
that you can hear the rouged hum of it behind my laughter
and see it blossoming beneath the marble of my skin.
my mothers anger is ruining me and i can't live without it
