The Compendium of Anger
written by: Farah Rose Smith
@farahrosesmith
I open The Compendium of Anger and I see my name
Among others, letters wrought in blood and hair
The pages scream, I touch them, stinging with some heathen air
A treasury of torment in fluid form,
I wash my hands of those who would adorn
My face with paint, my flesh with fabric
My heart with the fallacies of passionate night
I dreamt of years of torture in Istanbul
Rape and Dismemberment, plummeting from windows
I came back and he had another, hair like a horse’s mane,
Tall like a willow when she walks
I remember as I see her and I scream
Of all the life and dreams of mine they took
I open The Compendium of Anger and I see my name
It is my chest gnawed open with a hook
The wisps of wanting pouring out as odor
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