Violation

Close your eyes
Untie your thoughts
Separate your current anxieties from the stillness you know you are capable of
Now inhale deeply
Breathe in the stink of fall heat kicking summer from the champ's chair
This act should feel like a pushed button
But, of course, is a floorboard rusted nail in your pincushion face
This is a way to violence
A singular passage into a flash-flood cutting through your layers of composure
All paths lead to this so, the straightest line makes it all be over faster
These are all the ways to dig thumbs into your head, peel back a hole, a deep well free Of obstruction for hands to pull that hard-fought peace forward
Burying your fingers past the thumbs first impression in your calm
The calm that was yours before being forced to surface
By a Violation that had finally discovered you
Constructed by the will required to force you out
The real you, a victim
One now in search of just retaliation that you know has a home
Even in the socially tangible you
Provide this version of yourself the nourishment
It requires to actualize all of your facets
To let all of you come out