Words line the roof of my mouth
Puff out my cheeks until holding them in makes breathing difficult.
Shaking with anger, or fear, or both
All cradled up in a fire of eyes.
Lusting after catharsis in the gloam of a computer keyboard
At 11:11 on a Monday evening
When words tumble out in sightly uniform
But bridges, heaped in ashes, safely burned
No sweet return with seemly lessons learned.