I Am Not Angry

I'm a lady.

I am not a beast with a belly of fire.

I am not shards of ice that have melted with rage

Refrozen as I gather myself and rescind from the flames

So to jackhammer your pupils with jagged words meant to scar you for life

I am not the dish shattering

Hole punching

Mace in your face

Tyrant bitch

Barbed wire teeth

Liver twisting

Maniacal demon

Who breathes fumes

Straight from hell

Scalding down your spine

Peeling skin from your back

With my screeching

Digging

Shredding

Nails

I am not angry

I am a proper lady

I am leather-laced and encased

Lined with steel from whence the anger cannot escape

I am floral over sewage

Masked with sugar encrusted

Pink lemonade cupcakes

The razors within me

Will melt on your tongue

And go down just fine

Honey

I swear

I am the caramel after it's cooled

After it's pulled and boiled brown

Wrapped up on the shelf

In clear plastic

Pretty and poised

All in a row

Twenty-five cents or five for a dollar

Add me to coffee

Or eat me alone

Your means of my consumption 

Not for me to decide

Because I am not angry

I am a lady