Confession;
anger is what I hold
at all times
it is my claim to power I envy
those who are simply born
with it
slicked onto their skin hair
irises lips like they earned
it the scariest the most
subtle are the ones who
don’t even hesitate taste it dripping
off
of their tongues how
powerful it must feel to drink
mouthfuls of blood and taste
Honey.
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