Rage

Regurgitated acid

up my throat

in my mouth

holding it for too long

hurts my teeth

spitting it

hurts the kitchen cabinet

Something aching

hybrid android

ripping through the skin

under the ribcage

palpable feelings

grief

something I have not experienced

in the sense of the word

people bursting open

searching for excuses to claim the next prize

or dethrone someone else who made it

to the top

But I don't want anonymity

power comes with eternity

something not every fragile soul is up to

but I'm not fragile

my body claims the opposite

a tough cookie

a rocket chocolate

class act of mass violence

staff leftovers from last night's

Christmas banquet

invite the whole family

for a night of truth

no dares

just blindfolds attached to sheets

underneath bedroom tables