the anger creeps up the throat

I don't know how it grew so large

so ingrained in my teeth

I don't know how I became

so enveloped in shards of hate

my skin tricked me

told me tales 

you could never satisfy

they say the things inside me

can never be right

why do I feel you in the broken bits

a humiliation I can't swallow

maybe I am 

someone who cannot bleed

and because I

cannot open

you will never want me

maybe I am

steel and dirt and concrete

and you cannot hold me

tell me 

who you give your mornings to

who do you wipe down with your hands

is she soft and good

at giving in

does she make life easy

are there no monsters inside of her?

does she not carry the fingerprints

of unspeakable acts

inside her bones?

is she simply

more alive

than me?

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

First off great ending. I love the hardcore emotions laid down here and also your form works well. "who you give your mornings to"..that is an epic line. Well done.

[thespaceinmybed]

Thank you for your feedback!

[K. Louis]

This was an emotionally intense read...'why do i feel you in the broken bits a humiliation I can't swallow' -- great line!...thoroughly enjoyed this.

[thespaceinmybed]

I'm glad you did! Thanks for reading!