they were born that way,
dreaming of howling
before they clawed out of my chest.
It may not be wise,
but it’s less painful
than seeing them
crawling beneath my skin
when I look in the mirror.
crawling beneath my skin
when I look in the mirror.
Photo by David Clode on Unsplash
Song Choice: Shout covered by Think Up Anger
Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem was created for the Friday Writings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United. "To Speak Up or Stay Quiet?"