We are writing three to five published poetic pieces for my writing class this semester. My pieces are a type of anthology and tell a story about a particular time in my life. The anthology is called Watershed. Here is my first piece.
The rage built up inside me
A hurricane behind an ill built dam
trying to hold back the flood.
I open my mouth.
The lioness on the prowl
the antelope's jugular pulsating in my eye.
I open my mouth.
The words I so thoughtfully planned
calculating the strength behind the hate
slicing you to the very core
I open my mouth.
A rabid dog ready to draw first blood
going in for the kill.
I open my mouth.
Absolutely nothing fills the air
the silent screams of words
left unspoken.
I close my mouth.
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