Rage begins in my sleep
anger continues to drip,
seeping out of and
onto my skin.
Silently I function without a word
but my insides nearly collapse.
My body is now just a hollow
punching bag full of constrained,
unbridled emotion that I can’t let out.
How can I clean my soul
mainlining my battered heart.
Please let me go.
Published in “Having a Whiskey Coke With You” Issue #12 May ’12