Wrath

A memory: You raised your acid-venom

Voice saying you could not stand us. Our house

Is too small. We are cramped. You,
Screaming, left me solitary

In our merciless prison—your prison—

My home. Left only the rage in my

Head, unrelenting, passionate—

Telling me to chase; telling

Me that I should strike back, that

I did not deserve this. You

Must learn suffering—must

Learn what I must now learn: that

Patience is a virtue for the violent.