bruises of tuesday

nearly told to be quiet

hide from laughter and accept pain

as if it were cotton candy

eggs weren't sunny side up but instead

burned like a rage in my soul that didn't feel

justice

ice went through me in a winter storm

and it felt warm to me because that is what happens

when your soul is taken by spirits that mean to harm your

being

sunday through monday the wrath was there

and tuesday was the eye sore for all to see