Day: Feb 26, 2023

My arrows shoot for the tall trees,

And the forest stands perfectly still.

I try to set my ringing rage free,

But it does not bend to my will.

Long nails push against my temples

As the night crawls into my chest.

The fresh air waves and trembles,

And anger throws me out of the nest.

The birds laugh in my pale face,

But I make sure to grit my teeth.

Even if my steps can be traced,

They won’t get a chance to make me bleed.

-Jackie