A crack in the back bleeds black

Heavy metals in my cells
weigh me down

In order to change shape
I need to let go

Detoxify my blood
of her tart red anger

that runs ribbons, snakes, bows
through every organ, vein, bone

before nesting dormant in my heart.

It sits densely. Privately. Uncontrollable black bomb.

Waits to explode out
And spray frayed body parts

Across skies and stars
Until shards of my heart

Puncture the planets.
Shame makes it
Cower and condense

Further inward
"Stay small, hard and static"

But the lеss I move,
the less I'm ablе to change.

I remain locked in form,
like a soldier in march

So obedient to the past.
I'm scared of you, anger

and your bulletproof cast.

What does it take to
make you break?

Words?

Words.

A white flag at last.