Heavy Metals

A crack in the back bleeds black Heavy metals in my cells weigh me down In order to change shape I need to let go Detoxify my blood of her tart red anger that runs ribbons, snakes, bows through every organ, vein, bone before nesting dormant in my heart. It sits densely. Privately. Uncontrollable black bomb. Waits to explode out And spray frayed body parts Across skies and stars Until shards of my heart Puncture the planets. Shame makes it Cower and condense Further inward "Stay small, hard and static" But the lеss I move, the less I'm ablе to change. I remain locked in form, like a soldier in march So obedient to the past. I'm scared of you, anger and your bulletproof cast. What does it take to make you break? Words? Words. A white flag at last.