Ideas

It came to me. In the dead of night. These little ideas. Snippets, rather. Not fully formed. Words that long to be written. The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story. The desire to express it. Ideas on how. It all came to me. And the path is illuminated. That…

I only went silent

As the rage consumed me. How dare you. How dare you. How dare you try to Invade my boundaries. What gave you the impression, The right to try and lay a hand on me? I went silent in rage. Then the venom flew from my mouth As I shouted at you. You have no right.