Blood bounce

Filled up
till my throat
throw up
throw them
out of my system
out with your system
Out!
shout!
U don’t have a different story to tell
Abuse a child
in the dark quarters
of an auditorium
where sits
an old man with broken glasses
reciting
In a grave voice
beautiful shakesperean sonnets
I don’t think
it’s courage
rather liberty
that kept me from saying this
saying this yet again..