uncontrollable at times
like learning to live with a lion
never knowing when it will happen
the lashing
the biting of hands
those who feed me
love me and
need me and
want me
not knowing me
the carnal side
submerged in
shallow dark waters
lurking beneath
striking out if
rejected neglected
not selected
there’s more to me than
meets the eye
i try to keep myself at bay
singing lullabies
like the mother of a colic child
someday my prince will come
i haven’t come to terms with the
beast within me
him hates being alone
i detest his consuming company
covering mirrors
closing blinds
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