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