Burning Rage
Burning Rage
“I wish you were dead.”
Crushed between a
bedroom door and a
closet –
Burning Rage grabs you, spins
you in a circle – now
you are a doll with large
eyes of plaster
hear nothing
see nothing
say nothing
as night draws near
a radiator hisses below
a window –
inside a cage –
asleep
a parakeet
rocks on a swing –
caged
without walls where light
has vanished
don’t break her eyes
don’t shatter the
doll