Brother~Simmer

 
simmering in the background is my rage
never loosed I keep it caged
it rises as the tides change
painful restraint is best, it's safe
a release valve, writing it on the page
 
freeing this energy worries me
not knowing where it will land
carnivorous sculptors moan
getting off on my anger
to see me riled, they complain still, they like it
 
I live a detached existence
only allowing myself a percentage of my feelings
tears rarely escape me
 
my protector, my alter ego is male, though I am all woman
he protects my honor
but he gets me punished
 
he loves the host
the men talk shit but Luce loves him
they get on my alter ego
because when the rebellion started
he hesitated when he had the shot lined up
 
it has cost him confidence
and the trust of his brothers
because of his rebellion
 
Elizabelle and I often find ourselves in trouble