And then, would you not
Believe that the next thing
Carla said to me that
Day completely, and I mean
Entirely, disintegrated my
Feelings. What kind of
Jab a stake right through me and
Kill any sense of hope
Left inside of
My brittle little heart?
Nevermind my hectic week and my
Ornery classmates though; I'm
Pretty sure you've suffered worse. So I'll
Quarantine my anguish,
Refrain from spilling sour
Trailing on about nothing productive . . .
Unless I do it anyways. I'm sorry, I needed to
Vent. You know the feeling
When all of the stress bottles up in your chest - making you
Xenacious and longing to alter something? But I know I can't . . .