(Poem: 2.6.21) Shaking, she stalks the hallways:Brindled Fury.Jaundiced, bubblingNot even beneath the surfaceUn-stable and seething.Trying not to keep composureTrying not to keep explo… Sure;So sure of righteous entitlementSure that someone else bears the blame(Actually they do…)Sure to wear her best face forward,Sure to put her happy frown upside-down;Trying not to keep losing gripof the onlyContinue reading “Brindled Fury”
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