Feb 7, 2022
The violence sits in my heart. I hear it banging its fist against my closed chest; I whisper sweet nothings right back. It won't hurt this much soon, I say. It won't be this painful forever, I sigh. I fear I am the dam attempting to negotiate with the flood. I am no more than a pebble in its path. I cannot fight back; I will turn to sea glass beneath its fingers. The violence sits somewhere inside of me, begging for me to make use of it. Be angry, it screams. Be angry that you are hurting, regardless if you dragged yourself to the doctor. Be angry for your pain, despite the stitches holding yourself together. Be angry that your heart beats you. Be angry that you're trying to beat your heart.
KPK