A Paralyzing Sense of Responsibility
Ugly, my thoughts today are full of nasty
subjects. I want to make the world unhappy.
Angry does not describe the way I'm feeling.
I'd kill my children.
Sort of, I understand those wretched women
maddened by life's recurrent dose of bullshit.
Thankful I can control my rampant "ugly"
until tomorrow.
Sorry, I can't regain the old complacence.
Gnashing, my teeth are grinding life to powder.
Children should not be careful of their mothers
but sometimes mine are.
2002/3 (published 9/17/11) dawn
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