Feminist Rage

transformation

i cut myself open with the tip of a pen,

took the blood in my veins

turned it to ink on a page

and the flow never ends.

what rushes from between these

clenched teeth

clenched fists,

mold it into something more

than feelings that i couldn't handle anymore.

now i've got a handle on myself

and something in my hands

and somewhere to aim it.

i let it run from me

bleed from me,

all the too-many-things that made me feel empty

fill the page

until i'm happy with what i see.

until finally

i'm happy with me.