Thursday, May 24, 2018

Assessing (Day 491)


Is it a flame so blue, 
you almost can’t see it?
Or a bruise you want 
to press, just to feel  
the ache? White hot 
or slow-burning gold, 
spiked or smooth? 
So many styles of rage, 
so many ways to feel 
angry—or not, as girls 
were taight. Watching  
the richtus of his mouth 
tightening around his 
ugly words, the feral 
gleam in his eyes, and 
the erratic nature of his 
usually-infrequent 
gestures, while, there 
you are, on the other side 
of the glass. Assessing, 
examining him, as if he 
were a scientific specimin, 
subject of some mysterious
laboratory experiment.  
What a fine example of 
rage, you might think. 
Or perhaps: Could that be 
the rare white-rimmed lip 
compression I’ve heard of? 
I wonder... I wonder...


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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