When kantanka come
My head is itchy buzz
Eyes throb, swell-ache
Afternoon long
Fuse short
Brittle mood snap,
Barb jump out!
Tolerance threaded
On spiker tongue
Nerves thread -fray
Raw and plucked.
Then I'm fucked.
When Kantanka come
Tiny task grates -
All in the way
Of nothing.
Stamp about, shout
Who put this here?
Why does no one ever
Friggin tidy up?
Dog move!
Temper fly
Stand by:
When Kantanka come
Take your sympathy
Cut along dotted line
And shove up arse.
Don't want soft touch
Hate hate hate that...
Snarl at me.
WITH me.
Fury want out
Slam, feel pain
Tear at fucking clothing
self loathing
Hot skin
Lips drawn, fangs out
Rip out claw finger
Flared eyefire
Burning tongue
Hurt and
Hurt and
Hurt and
Hurt
Brow pressing
Child distressing
Marriage messing
Anger.
Their faces plead
And the storm abates
Pity and love
Divide the clouds
Their tender eyes say
Please...
Please don't
Kantanka us.
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