Rage washes through my body.
Water appears in my line of vision.
It must be raining, they think,
We never see her cry.
In this temporary state, my mind combusts,
My image ignites as I rip open the skin on my body.
A vessel constructed perfectly, concealing the mess inside.
The epitome of evil and brashness breaks through the fake smiles and politeness,
It verbally attacks everything and everyone.
The rain must have reached my mouth, because I taste salt.
I blink.
My siblings –
Their eyes burn and their smiles drop.
What is this creature hiding in our sister?
It climbs back in, trying to hide itself from their view,
But it's too late; they have already seen me laid bare-
The ugly mess inside their older sister
YOU ARE READING
Eldest daughter rage
PoesíaPoetry that chips down the barriers we forcefully built, softens our hearts, and lets the wetness that pools in our eyes ease the memories of our suffering.
