Glass Bomb

I bottled inside of me

My anger and rage 

The pressure built up 

As I tightened the grip

Tighter and tighter 

I held the glass bomb

My hands were at risk 

My arms, face, my life 

I closed my eyes 

I prayed in the still 

Seconds ticked by

My heart counted time.


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