Hissy fit
Thoughts round the manic corner
twisting toward anger
forbidden words roiling
lookin to pop like a cast iron skillet
of “shoulds” and a mess of “nos”
keeping the native tongue quiet
like a good little girl, invasive
thoughts just beneath the surface
Let her rip, Sis!
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Don’t hold back!
Even the if the voice shakes!
The raw tension here is terrific, especially the vivid image of the roiling cast iron skillet…!
Thank you!