A strained string stretched severely snaps at the core.  

A savage specimen called Truth seeps slowly through my pores.  

Splatters of blue, pink, and purple stain the closet door.  

A suffocated sea  

makes me oh so sore.  

Oozing and Oozing  

until I’ve saturated the floor, Strained no more. 

Validate Female Anger  (poem #2)

Flames rapidly run rouge as

lungs scream silently.  

The Puma’s lethal lunge is

oppressed in this jungle. 


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