I wrote this poem on my lunch break at work in six minutes. I’ve turned it around in my brain for a few weeks afterwards, but here it is, almost completely unedited.
I grow scales, hooks Talons and claws Painful, gnarly scars Blood-stained fangs I survive I grow anger, will Anxieties and coping mechanisms The ability to speak My opinionated mind I fight I grow wings, wandering legs Lines around my eyes Laughter from my throat A voracious heart I live