Hold Me Back

She approaches

And I can feel it

Bubbling

Up

My

Throat

And corroding the

Beautiful words that

I store there.

Deep breaths.

No Anger.

Stay in control.

Butterfly wings and glitter

Drip from her mouth

As she begins to

Spew saccharine-coated

Arsenic.

Disgust rolls

Through my core

As she is surrounded

By others

Who lap up her lies

Like dogs.

Calm down.

No violence.

You're on probation.

My eyes close just as

The heat that is

Consuming me

Burns my contacts

To ash.

Darkness hides the

Crimson that

Now glares

At the

False promises

Exuded through

Her pores.

She's the test.

No hatred.

You want the curse removed.

I can feel

As black feathers

Strain to be free

Of the corset

That binds them

And keeps them

Hidden

From the

Unsuspecting masses.

Think about something else.

No pain.

You want to be free.

My talons are aching

To extend from

My fingers

And I ball my shaking

Hands into fists.

This isn't working.

I can't listen to her

Any

Longer.

But then she laughs

And walks away.

They said I had to change

To have the curse

Removed.

They said I'd be tested,

But enduring her

Doesn't seem fair.

I may be the one with wings,

But she's the

Harpy.