Unhinge my jaw and screech
winding my head out of the grass
screams left silent stuck in sticky
substances screwed through my throat
eyes hold no tears but echoes
once upon a time,
I Wish...
for car wrecks
for recognition
for stability
for substance.
I am not.
I will not.
I have only a spine
and a siblant hiss.
Author notes
ANGER, DEFEAT, HATRED... these are tame words.
