Do(n’t) feed me in My Poetry Slams

I abhor violence but I swear to god if you rattle my cage, I will lose whatever restraint I have. I want to blast a hole in the fabric of the universe or harness this fury and take this cage somewhere more fitting. I want to forcibly eject my bones from my pathetic flesh prison and collapse like all the expectations I’ve had on me.

Jokes on me, the walls crumbling under my fingers and I can’t breathe. Jokes on me, my eyes are wide open but I can’t see. Jokes on me, jokes on me, jokes on me.