rage

there is a limit
to being reduced
to nothing
by those that believe
they are above you
that you are
beneath notice
unrecognized
as the same species
that when the last
domino
falls
the final insult
is given
there are two options
retreat
or
retaliate

a pool of blood
in the middle
of the night
is indecipherable
from an ink black
puddle of tar
until it is tracked
all over the house
deoxyribonucleic acid
in the waffle pattern
of an old
worn pair of vans
in a cross cross pattern
as adrenaline
makes sitting still
impossible
incomprehensible

deep breaths
count to ten
in with the
good
out with the
bad
until all you can see
is red
until rage
fills every pore
steam
comes out your nostrils
then
stab
stab
stab

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