IV Anger

I always value the insights I get from H’s posts. This piece (tagged This Is Not Poetry) was both relieving and inspiring to read and I sincerely hope she continues to share what Life is like as her. I’m so glad I can share this post through The Rage Club series because it speaks to Anger and told me it was okay to feel the things I do – with the most vivid and relatable imagery.

Life As Me

First word I learned was No
but I couldn’t speak it
It stayed inside and kept company with Please
& Stop
Anger
Knocking on my door
but i couldn’t answer
Too busy with pain & sadness
Cold & keening
Rushing through my legs to run
to the front door
Knocking
Come out and play with me
Let’s run and jump and yell and stomp
Clap clap clap – To me!
I peeked through the mail slot
but i couldn’t see
So I poked through 1 finger
and crooked it ’round a long & leathery one
Sparks! Oh the sparks were like little fireworks
Travelling zippy & skippy up my arm
Hot red light arcing between us
Back & forth
but i couldn’t reach the deadlock
It nodded and poured itself
molten
Melting the lock
The knob drips
The door is cinders
It flows up through my feet
and I am…

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