Let out Steam:

I let out steam,

like the top of a pressure cooker.

My thoughts salivate,

as If, I am

a fresh rack of ribs, left to marinate.

Waiting, anticipating, my confidence merely dissipating...

As I regurgitate events-

My stainless heart,

rivals the strength

“The Man of Steel ” would be envious of-

WHEN placed in the freezer ,

It chills, within seconds....

I watch, the meat fall off the bone

TENDERIZE

So clean, you almost hear,

a hairline

“crack”

The damage, cannot be taken back

I wrap my wounds,

deflecting and redirecting conversations

Like ribbons of hope dangling, off a maypole

His words,

like the wheeze from a bellow.

Each syllable

of smoke fills my lungs,

The sensation, burns my throat

ALL the way down.

Purely, flammable

My feelings forfeited, as his collateral.