a flame

the pain

of your words.

I can feel blood circling

and purple hairs rising.

 

when escape is easy,

the anger

reminds me

I am here.

 

just as those moments

of unbridled bliss

light fires in my heart,

this is kindling too;

a flame of remembering who I am.

 

as you dare

to disrespect me,

the rush of madness

pulls me out of a dull lull.

 

fuck you,

you hurt me.

fuck you.

I defend

trenches of my soul

 

and I’m alive.

vancouver, 2016

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