It courses thru my veins like a speeding locomotive
I can feel each corner and rush as it picks up speed
Already I feel stronger and stand tall as I raise my face and inhale deeply
Ahh.!!!! The cool fresh air expands my chest and I roar!!!
God it feels good. Sweet sweet anger.
I remember back to the old days, when anger wasn't allowed
He owned me then.
The only anger allowed was his. Unexpected. Violent. HIS.
My job always to smile. A swift slap to the face.
A bright smile, "Thank you sir may I have another?"
Stupid! Why am I thinking of that scared little mouse?
Today I am. Today I am and I'm pissed.
God that feels good. Surely everyone can see I was born today.
Well. Almost born.The birth isn't quite complete.There is still that pesky umbilical cord.
I wonder? In the garbage like a human or maybe feast on it like a wild animal.
Oh Johnny!!!! Can you come over honey?
I want to talk to you about the good old days.
Karen Ritzic
Birth sign: Gemini
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