flood

anger makes me dynamic, fiery.

but after it has passed and I 

realize I am too angry too late, I become 

drowned in the fact that

I will never be that girl again.

I will never laugh out of pure joy.

I will never crack a smile out of nowhere.

I will never be the same.

The flooding waters recede from 

my mind, and my body is drained 

from keeping me afloat. 

my heart lies there, gagging and 

coughing up the polluted waters 

and wonders when I can be 

free of that 

demon that they call 

vengeance.