Every time
I remember you,
I want to
punch, hit, break
something—anything
in front of me.
Sometimes,
I want to
dust the air
I breathe.
I’m still
so angry,
and it still
hurts so much.
It doesn’t help
that you’re
on my mind
almost every second
air invades my lungs.
I want to
wreck things
and pollute air
all the time!
But I thwart, hold myself back,
clutch my fists and freeze in place.
I stand motionless,
fall emotionless;
paralyzed on the outside,
in war on the inside.
