My Beast

November 28, 2017 5 Comments

caged beast

hidden in my breast

screams inchoate rage

beats its fists bloody pulp

against metal ribs

until they splinter

reunited

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

enough

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© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Categories: Poetry

Tagged as: amwriting, Anger, braveandreckless, Depression, Rage, self-destruction, Self-hatred, Self-image

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Egyptian Adventures.wordpress.com says:

November 28, 2017 at 6:45 pm

Hauntingly beautiful.

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- braveandrecklessblog says:
  
  November 30, 2017 at 2:29 pm
  
  Thank you so much
  
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  - Egyptian Adventures.wordpress.com says:
    
    November 30, 2017 at 3:13 pm
    
    ☺💟
    
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Eric says:

November 28, 2017 at 6:50 pm

This!!! Love.

we don’t cry pretty
we teeter on the edge of madness
wonder why we are never
enough

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- braveandrecklessblog says:
  
  November 30, 2017 at 2:29 pm
  
  Thank you my friend!
  
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