bubbling and gurglin
my rage boils
it rises in my body
mind over-sharpened for threats
pixilated visions of my world
blood pumping into overworked veins
flooding muscles primed for action
tightened down jaw
ratcheted into place
I
tremble.
Rattled with suppressed earthquakes
of action
steam from unsaid words escaping through barred teeth
pressure building
almost wishing for a violent release
to explode and end my suffering
gifted sweet freedom
of constantly micromanaging
meticulously controlling
minimising
me
A mix of self harm
and binding
all for your sake
for your safety
if only we never got to these pressures...
or I knew
that my intensity didn't scare you
my feelings untethered from your feelings of safety
I could just be a done tea kettle
hot, at times loud, and harmless
