close ur eyes
untie ur thoughts
separate ur current anxieties from the stillness u know u r capable of
inhale deeply
breathe in the stink of fall warmth kicking summer heat from the champ’s chair
this should not feel like a pushed button
but it does
it’s a floorboard rusted nail in ur pincushion face
it is ur way 2 violence
a singular passage in2 the relentless flash-floods of violations u survived
dwelling as cuts penetrating each layer of ur composure
all paths lead 2 this
u think the straightest line makes it all b over faster
there r not
these r the ways big thumbs dig in2 ur head
burying fingers past the thumbs 1st impression in ur calm
a calm that was urs b4 being forced 2 surface
a u that fully rediscovers u
a self-constructed u with designs 2 force u out
the real u
the victim
1 in search of just retaliation that stays in its home within the socially tangible u
u need 2 nourish this self
feed it the requirements 2 actualize all of ur destructively manic facets
2 let all of u come out