Waves

I have a beast in my spine,

it twists me while I dance,
while I paint you down on the bed made of
gold and peacock feathers.
I have rivers in my stomach,
raging and threating to overflow.
my pulse itches,
my throat,
my smile that long ago turned manic when you me pushed to far
against the edge.
I’ve got claws you’ve yet to see,
a laughter that will tear you to pieces before the night ends,
I’m all out of quiet waves.

And I am again
wild nature

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