I woke up today and I was clear
In my whole life I never ordered room service
in a riot
no matter how hungry she gets
I never feed her. The monster
is a trapped black hole.
She screams and threatens
-begs and promises.
I listen carefully so I can duck her next blow or sidestep her strong
grab and pull
She wants power. She wants to make me jump or bend or break.
She wants to order my universe around and when it doesn’t listen she wants to jam her fingers into it and bounce it off and out of my existence.
Annieepoetry 