I made the mistake of telling my therapist
about the molestations, the assault, the rapes,
and she had the audacity to ask me how I feel,
and now I have this caldera of sadness in my throat,
this tsunami of anguish that I’m riding like seafoam,
an ocean of anger underneath.
My trident, my spear, my rage
in a drop of water,
in all the sparkles on the sea.
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