A Dirty Little R Word

Showered Thought Rott

Have you ever been so angry,
it hurt?

It feels like there's a monster sitting in your stomach.

Sharp nailed and toothed,
as it gnaws at something deep inside.

And it reaches up,
with a clawed hand.

Clutching your heart, tight.

You heave your breath just right.
As you choke and chide.

Your tears run dry,
while wet from a shower you can't recall.

But you know you just bathed,
with your skin rubbed,
blistering raw.

Sat nude and dripping,
you seethe and saw.
Teeth grind hard,
as jaws clench on.

A heart spit and chewed,
all while hammering quick,
in a chest like a cage;
begging and bending,
with quickening rage.

In the huff of a breath,
you can't seem to catch.
A tongue split sharp,
dry from low-burning to ash.

Try swallowing pride,
like the tip of a tac,
plunged in a pill.
When prides what I lack.

And when the tears come,
the harder I swallow.

The harder they hammer,
and drain as I wallow.

But it's the pain of all things,
that was real from the start.

The hurt when you'd snicker,
And kidd in snide.

I tried pushing away,
While you pulled me apart.

When you came for a ride.
You pushed and I swayed

As you begged for my heart

Yet right there I stayed.

You smiled in your way.

"Oh why" I recall

and said, I was fine

I whispered, Okay.

At the end of it all,
Hit with this wall of a rage,
You were rude.

And you spit,
"Oh, So you say."