Poetry

I don’t cry
I’ll beat em senseless
I don’t cry
I smash em to a bloody pulp
I don’t cry
I spiral on the wheel of destruction
I won’t cry
I’ll kick the curb and yell
FUCK
I won’t cry
I’ll slobber and spit and froth
And slap you
Pain striking your cheek
The deepest arrow
I can’t cry
But I can grab you by a gentle lobe
Yank to the abyss
And shove
I can’t cry
I can
Scream
Rattle and fumble
Smash
Smash smash smash
SMASH
I CAN HATE IT ALL
I can hate Him
Her,
Most of all
Me, most of the most