Thoughts Have Hands

I

Am

So

Sad

And

So

Damn

Angry

Empty

A tea kettle

Sans

Water

Scorched with flame

Metal ready to fold in on itself,

Waiting spitefully for someone to take hold and scream.

Hollowed out by loss

And dangerous to the touch

To ready to fill up with bitterness and rage.

I need

time and

A

Place

To

Drink strong tea

And be comforted by a child’s play

And innocent ways

THH

12/2/17