i have a pedigree in being petty, a heart who knows how to hold a grudge, eyes which water my anger, growing mountains lush with vines, tough to hack a path toward redemption.
i have been ensnared in these emotions, chains, forged thick, wrought iron, heating them red to break them, leaving impressions, scabbing blisters, links to the past.
forgive, but never forget, memories as poison flow through these veins, winding their way around my brain—been hardwired to hold on—embittered cyanide with a glare to stop hearts.
