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