Again / Again

I have sharpened my teeth.
I have developed a taste for blood.

There is anger inside of me, dark and wild, that I was once too afraid to explore. It is a hot thing that fingers my bones awake. You see, justice is only given to those who are willing to break themselves for it — to those who are willing to lose themselves for it. I died and came back taller.

I have waited for this moment.
I have prayed for it.

The girl who’s looking in the mirror gazes back a woman whose strength she finally understands. It took me years to shed the scared and sorry; to use my hands for more than giving. I broke the fingers but it was not for love. And slowly the poems grew to incantations beckoning darkness swift like the night — I rode through it.


My heart beating: Never again. Never again.
Your throat in my hand.

I lost myself for it(, but I found myself again).


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: