Burden of the Beast -- 30 January 2020

You think you know anger

But your anger is merely child’s play

A tantrum to get your way

You’ve never had to hold your tongue

Keep your composure and let the beast fester

Hold the screams inside until suddenly it all

Finally stops and I’m marinating in quiet disdain

Fan the fires until it goes cold

But what do I know of anger?

I’m just another frigid bitch

Armed / Disarmed -- 30 January 2020

You gave me the best writing advice

That I’ve ever received, but now

I’m too afraid to say the words

“I love you”

Not because I’m afraid you

Won’t say them back

But rather that someday

You might turn and use them against me,

Weaponize the truth

And in one last fit of desperation

You’d turn to me and

“Make the last line hurt”