there's something tense in my back
clutching at my spine, riding
up to my neck squeezing my
throat and laughing at me the
spontaneous anger that
broils under my skin that
i can't run from because it's
growing inside of me why
am i so upset why do
i want to scream why do i
want to hit something maybe
it runs in the family my
paternal fury that has
poisoned my blood red spit in
the sink isn't enough to
get the taste of it out of
my mouth smile stained teeth hide
the unnecessary no
one needs to know how much i
want to slam my head into
the wall how i want to punch
my face over and over
how i want to claw off my
skin and dig my fingers in my
fat and muscle how i want
to bite and snap the joints in
my knuckles i actually
can't make myself scream any
time i try it just comes out
as a rasp but my bellow
could blow you away if you
don't walk away from my glare
first beat after beat after
"lazy and rotting" i guess
i got used to the setup
