Inner censors:
a tumble of anxious whispers
Fury rises
as words reach a roadblock
a lump in my throat
I carry a scream
that wants to explode
onto the page
Gushing
like an artery
opened with surgical precision
I am the anti-hero
the monster under the bed
my own inner demon
Burdened
by all the unspoken truth
Until it is an inferno
impossible to conceal
with a smile
Raw
it arrives on the page
willing itself out
into the light of day
No more shame