I am guilty of hurting people

of being angry, ugly and unrecognisable.

I see white/ flash /

in hot rage.

My eyes well, and my chest is heavy.

I clench my hands, clammy with pins and needles.


“I don’t know how to______you right.”


Let it go…


“Nah, I haven’t even seen it, just know it through songs sung on public transport.”