emotional trash compactor

i’m finding it harder to hold back

from conveying the full enormity

of my hurt. sometimes i want to

raze buildings, slay entire armies;

sometimes i kneel on the floor

in a tearful search for the rest

of myself. you have no idea what

i have protected you from within

me—restraint is the greatest

kindness i could bestow. i beg

myself to think a minute, hold

impulses back by the shoulders.

it comes out sideways sometimes.

i’ll always be sorry for that.