Bethany Stimac
Rose-Petaled Rage
i’m nowhere near as
organized as
i should be
the puzzle pieces are
laughing at me
so much for
positivity
when i wept the
heavy dew i did
the wearisome war
that which i hid
put, again,
to death
that tickled kid
now the edges of
sight are more than
blurry
my torpid cage is
intoxicated
my rose-petaled rage
will turn me
maybe it already
did