Sanctuary [Poetry]

xxix-vi

my hate is an open
two panel window
curtain teared like
it's wiped by
a lying wolf—
its teeth shaking
in a gritting smile.

my hate is the
unimaginable nerves
racing,
screaming,
inside me
like it's being chased
by a two horned
version of me—
only that they
weren't two horned,

just plain me with
a permanent expression
of chaos and truth.

my hate is my
birth name,
the way i look in
the mirror,
the way i see myself.
my hate is the smile
and the tears,
and the laughter.
it's the body and
mind, and
soul
i was born with.