fire crawled beneath her cracked skin
skin broken with age
skin chipped away from the endless erosion
her rage built up from years of locked emotions
emotions caged within her
the key lost over time
she simmered now
the box that once encased her
now boiling over at her contempt
but she only escaped one prison
to be trapped in another
one where her anger
was as widespread
as her flaking, translucent skin
YOU ARE READING
Anxious
PoetryMy voice is broken from my internal screams clogging up my throat [poetry]
