Wrath

Jessica Lambert Butil

i can’t escape this inner rage bruised from the inside excruciating sensation shouting, begging to come out to show its bare face to justify itself from drowning in the ocean of my thoughts

so i guess this is how i die now: eating up my scattered letters swallowing my vulgar words digesting the nasty truth and nausea won’t be here

and if it comes i will fight it create a battle – a war just to not puke out the flesh and blood that make up my mosaic system

so i just

conversated with a smile.