When you ask me how I feel
I say fine or good
Too scared to think too deeply.
Maybe it will stir that feeling inside.
The feeling that threatens
to break open my rib cage.
Shatter it wide.
That whirlpool in my gut.
Those titans called Anger, Fear,
Pulling at their chains.
Stretching my skin until they are no longer contained.
Anger hears through my ears.
The stories of murder and rape and war.
She looks out from her cage
of muscle and bone.
Worries, pressures, secrets
Pinning her down, setting roots.
in the company of her sisters.
Overshadowed, crushed, dominated.