Saturday, March 8, 2014

Agitated

I find myself speaking
The words hissing spitting
My teeth clackity clacking
My anger rising, burning, cooking my innards
As i spit irrationalities and swords
Duck! You who encounter me!
Flee! You good-intentioned mothers and sisters!
Run! For i cannot be brought down!
All is doomed and lost for the kind-hearted, around me