My Beast

caged beast

hidden in my breast

screams inchoate rage

beats its fists bloody pulp

against metal ribs

until they splinter


we cling fiercely together

curl in the corner

rocking rapid hiccuping rhythms

we don’t cry pretty

we teeter on the edge of madness

wonder why we are never



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© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


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