because now I'm pissed and writing again.
I'm not censoring myself
because when I'm alone
there's no one left to appease
tip me over
and pour me out
in a way that smells of roses
and leaves a dark charge boiling in my stomach
I can open the floodgates
and let the volcano spout
send flames higher
than the sail I flew for you
I can stab the mask
and drag its insides down the wall
my bloody fingertips
are laughing at your universe
cause I don't have to make this palatable
or pretty for you anymore
I don't have to pretend that I am a soft, delicate creature
with kind words
to soothe your impenetrable soul
I'm just raw
and impetuous
an unapologetic killer
of perceptions
of false pretenses
of lies.
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