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.
