in loathe with you

i wish i could be honest about shame

and how i hold the hand of my rage. 

how i coddle it and kiss it 

while it's throwing a fit-

in a tantrum or two

find something to do.

i wish i could be honest about rage

and how i wash the feet of my shame.

every day i pray

for the night to wash away 

everything i've put to waste.

every now and then

find myself and again

put away the brain

that leaves me shaking in pain.