Forehead smack

 Tame this wildness of thought
that threatens to roar its accusation.
Syllabic’s that thread together 
and connect to create
justifiably hysterical conclusions. 

Oh, we both know I am freaking out
and my tongue twists itself into knots
while my sanity and shame shake their heads.
They know the frequent taste of sneaker.

Later, always later, I realize my wording.
Confounded I blame communication
when I should, quite honestly,
blame my hormonal balance
for stumbling
once again
over my lack of confidence.

You might need this chair
and that whip.  

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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