Angry Girl

Girl with the

you-can’t-make-me swagger

muttering defiance

from a sour tongue

a mouth formed to mask

disappointment

a handful of toughness

to cover

your shattered shell

a sieve

where self esteem

flows through and

settles

trying to find a measure

of escape

while you linger in your loudness

plot, flame and fume

try to engage

construct a battle

bereft of plan

bereft of reason

engulfed in that

angry moment