I lug my anger in the fissures of my hips,
Thighs and
stomach
Tightly stuck in the rolling
Bumpy hillsides of my flesh
Missed my opportunity to venture saying
“This is wrong.
You hurt me;
You invaded my most precious self.
How dare you!!
I deserve veneration.”
I am weary of carrying
The weight of your depravities.
This is a load I can no longer grip
Against my physique,
Inserted into the narrows of my psyche
With the illusion that I control
Everything and everyone around me…
I clutch this delusion
To save my sanity.
-Elizabeth Hipwell
