Anger dries my throat. Tears well in my eyes.
I ball up my fists, crushing them against my sides.
A bruise will soon form where the two forces meet.
Words from a broken home knock me off my feet.
My mouth is taut, a line so thin, one would think it would snap.
I inhale once, and let out a heavy sigh that sounds more like a gasp.
The muscles in my hands tense once more as tears dry in my eyes.
Palms now gone flat against purple-green thighs.
All that remains is a bitter after taste.
My cheeks burn where tears rolled their stinging chase.
I breath deep, and let it all go again.
-H
