Are You There god?

I feel the pain I've longed for,
yet fear the repercussions of my destruction.

I wanted to go out on my own terms,
but am reminded I'm a pawn in someone's else's cruel game.

I hope I meet this vengeful god.

The one that everyone's convinced has a plan for everything.

The one that kills children,
rapes women,
dooms the elderly,
abandons his people.

I hope to avoid a life of privilege.

Do good,
be righteous,
so I'm allowed in the VIP room to see if he's as smug as I think he his.

I can't be the only one convinced there's an empty throne.

Caught In A Trap

The kettle cries out,
while I silently stare out the window.

I'm trapped in a gaze.

It's the kind where your eyes gloss over,
and you develop a type of face blindness.

Instead of people and things,
you see shapes and objects,
but you can't move.

It's a good stare.

The kind that you lean in to,
while your brain resets,
and refocuses. 

My throat is parched,
and the hairs on the tip of my nose begin to twitch,
but I stay still,
quiet,
at peace.

I.D.F.W.Y

I'm pinned to the ground,
unable to move my arms or legs.

My eyes dart from side to side,
as he moves closer,
and blows his hot breath in my face.

It's sour,
and uninvited. 

I should be afraid of his intentions,
but instead I'm disgusted.

Disgusted by his intent.

Revolted at his appearance.

Mortified that I can't kick the living shit out of him.

Some boys never learn.

Today is the day this punk ass bitch gets what he deserves.

I'll let him have his fun.

Give him the dog and pony show,
before breaking his dick off,
and feeding it to him. 

Men underestimate the feminine mystique. 

He just messed with the right girl. 

Got Me In Love Again

Sweaty bodies everywhere,
as we dance like no one's watching.

Like Harry Styles,
I'm riding with my arms stretched out.

The wind kicks across the ocean,
as the string lights boom and shake to the bass. 

Nothing can stop us when we're here.

No politics,
no racism,
no worry.

Just me,
myself,
and the beat.