I have never been pure.
From the moment I was here I was kicking and screaming and fighting.
A violent girl with violet bruises.
Rage consumed me from the inside out.
Rage and power and pain
So emotional, this one.
So emotional about everything. So I cut my little kicking heartbeat out. Give the rhythm to someone else.
It beats so loud. I want to quiet it down.
I want to be pure, even though
I break over and over again. I always come back to the same place.
I get filled with sand, and
my eyes get blurry with
salt.
I can't run. I can. barely move.
You hold onto my ankles.
My spine in a vice grip.
No hope, just panic. Just panic, and again, rage.
Nevertheless, I try.
To be different and light and honest.
But I don't know how much longer I have.
If all this rage will overpower the good things I'm trying to put in
maybe I'll get there
maybe